stopit (feat. Damien Hendrix)
She want the one that
Push when you start it
I I I i have a heart
I know i'm not flawless
Yeah but she gonna show out
Got the whole damn crowd
With their eyes on her
Yeah my visions a blur
Might've gone too far
Cause I feel all my nerves
Id've thought by now
that you'd have the nerve
But it took less words than
I thought was worth
If I stole your breathe
Then that how this works
Think I lost my bet
Even in my own favor
Know I waged too much on a
A new favorite flavor
Know theres way too much
Of your intentions in my ear
Know you fill my lungs
So much I cant breathe air
Just look at the fine line
that you have been walking
Just slides past the voices
Of everyone talking
Hands on your waist
And your heart feels like stopping
But your heart can not stop it
Bitch I'm on the block
Tottin on the Glock
Everybody trynna stop me
From getting bands
These goofy niggas
Is not yo friends
I'm sorry baby
But I gotta pretend
I don't love you in the end
I'm getting high with aliens
Adrenochrome reptilians
Bad bitch Brazilian
We shooting up Sicilian
That bitch is so lame
Yes I'm finna drop her
at the moon now
Push when you start it
I I I i have a heart
I know i'm not flawless
Yeah but she gonna show out
Got the whole damn crowd
With their eyes on her
Yeah my visions a blur
Might've gone too far
Cause I feel all my nerves
Id've thought by now
that you'd have the nerve
But it took less words than
I thought was worth
If I stole your breathe
Then that how this works
Think I lost my bet
Even in my own favor
Know I waged too much on a
A new favorite flavor
Know theres way too much
Of your intentions in my ear
Know you fill my lungs
So much I cant breathe air
Just look at the fine line
that you have been walking
Just slides past the voices
Of everyone talking
Hands on your waist
And your heart feels like stopping
But your heart can not stop it
Bitch I'm on the block
Tottin on the Glock
Everybody trynna stop me
From getting bands
These goofy niggas
Is not yo friends
I'm sorry baby
But I gotta pretend
I don't love you in the end
I'm getting high with aliens
Adrenochrome reptilians
Bad bitch Brazilian
We shooting up Sicilian
That bitch is so lame
Yes I'm finna drop her
at the moon now
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Spotts
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