Got 2B
Why can't I move on
Got me stuck onto you
Like the glue that you use
When you put them wigs on
Swear it's got to, got to,
Got to be toxic
Swear it's got to be glue
Swear it's got to be true
Cause the way that you move
Got me stuck over you
I'm sorry baby, can't lay you lace front here
Was willing to fly you out, but you flew frontier
You so independent
You can't be no Mrs.
Unless you hyphenate that name on credentials
Stay confidential
You so influential
Is it money, or power or fame that you into
What did think when you sent that
Ain't no way you really meant
Sometimes I just sit back
Contemplate all the lies and the slights that you threw my way
And try not to blow like the new Pompeii
Try to keep from erupting
Man, so you know what
That's the end of discussion
Why can't I move on
Got me stuck onto you
Like the glue that you use
When you put them wigs on
Swear it's got to, got to,
Got to be toxic
It's got to be toxic
Cause you switching topic
Every time a nigga try to let his feelings out
It switch to how you feel about that
You really got nigga going out sad
You should go a reflect upon self man
I really hope you going out
Bad bad bad
Bad bad bad
Bad
Now I would be lying if I said all that
Wanna touch on your body till you feel all wet
Touching and kissing
Shit not to mention
I slide after 3 yeah you know my intentions
Why can't I move on
Got me stuck onto you
Like the glue that you use
When you put them wigs on
Swear it's got to, got to
Got to be toxic
Why can't I move on
Got me stuck onto you
Like the glue that you use
When you put them wigs on
Swear it's got to, got to
Got to be toxic
Look Clap, Clap. Bravo
Get yo celebration on
Listen carefully cause ever bar is generational
You might have the talent
What you lacking is the patience though
Revenue replacing you
My love for you occasional
Tell me how we got here
Brain on one-thousand
What I'm saying is yo top tier
Sharing stories bout you being brave
What's yo top fear?
If I choose to tell you bout my life
Then I won't tell a lie
Had a couple nights it wasn't right
I'm blessed to be alive
Black on black crimes in these times
It's like genocide
We decide
Trading bullets
Either way a momma cry
Another son without a dad
Careful for they do you bad
Million dollar verses in my notes this ain't no pen and pad
Honestly it's sad I put me last
It was all for you
Standing on my principles, I think that's why I hate the school
Tried to silence those with bird's eye I had to share my view
Got me stuck onto you
Like the glue that you use
When you put them wigs on
Swear it's got to, got to,
Got to be toxic
Swear it's got to be glue
Swear it's got to be true
Cause the way that you move
Got me stuck over you
I'm sorry baby, can't lay you lace front here
Was willing to fly you out, but you flew frontier
You so independent
You can't be no Mrs.
Unless you hyphenate that name on credentials
Stay confidential
You so influential
Is it money, or power or fame that you into
What did think when you sent that
Ain't no way you really meant
Sometimes I just sit back
Contemplate all the lies and the slights that you threw my way
And try not to blow like the new Pompeii
Try to keep from erupting
Man, so you know what
That's the end of discussion
Why can't I move on
Got me stuck onto you
Like the glue that you use
When you put them wigs on
Swear it's got to, got to,
Got to be toxic
It's got to be toxic
Cause you switching topic
Every time a nigga try to let his feelings out
It switch to how you feel about that
You really got nigga going out sad
You should go a reflect upon self man
I really hope you going out
Bad bad bad
Bad bad bad
Bad
Now I would be lying if I said all that
Wanna touch on your body till you feel all wet
Touching and kissing
Shit not to mention
I slide after 3 yeah you know my intentions
Why can't I move on
Got me stuck onto you
Like the glue that you use
When you put them wigs on
Swear it's got to, got to
Got to be toxic
Why can't I move on
Got me stuck onto you
Like the glue that you use
When you put them wigs on
Swear it's got to, got to
Got to be toxic
Look Clap, Clap. Bravo
Get yo celebration on
Listen carefully cause ever bar is generational
You might have the talent
What you lacking is the patience though
Revenue replacing you
My love for you occasional
Tell me how we got here
Brain on one-thousand
What I'm saying is yo top tier
Sharing stories bout you being brave
What's yo top fear?
If I choose to tell you bout my life
Then I won't tell a lie
Had a couple nights it wasn't right
I'm blessed to be alive
Black on black crimes in these times
It's like genocide
We decide
Trading bullets
Either way a momma cry
Another son without a dad
Careful for they do you bad
Million dollar verses in my notes this ain't no pen and pad
Honestly it's sad I put me last
It was all for you
Standing on my principles, I think that's why I hate the school
Tried to silence those with bird's eye I had to share my view
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