Sleep Talking
Lil hoe why would you do this now
I don't even know if you want my child or you lying
I ain't from Africa I got the heart of a lion
Came broke and had you now I got nothing is this life
The black coupe or should I ride in china white
I can't decide, neither could you tell me if I'm right
You crossed the line, but I'll be fine I hope
I still will smile
You ain't my kind, just like a dog you tried to put me down
It's cool though
Send me your addy, or send me your location just like Khalid
You traded on me lil bitch, just like Kyrie to the mavericks
I'm better you know it
I gave you my heart and I showed it
You grabbed it, exploded
Go ahead and pour a four
Cuz I can't take this no more
I gave you a shot and you blowed it
Oooh
(I think I'm sleep talking)
Count up the money yeah count it up fast
You threw all your rocks inside the glass
I been outside been touched grass
You been out of line I had to correct it
Not on my own I stay in my section
I am alone, I got to accept it
Oh shit this a dream
Lil hoe why would you do this now
I don't even know if you want my child or you lying
I ain't from Africa I got the heart of a lion
Came broke and had you now I got nothing is this life
The black coupe or should I ride in china white
I can't decide, neither could you tell me if I'm right
You crossed the line, but I'll be fine I hope
I still will smile
You ain't my kind, yeah I'll stick to sippin on styrofoam
I don't even know if you want my child or you lying
I ain't from Africa I got the heart of a lion
Came broke and had you now I got nothing is this life
The black coupe or should I ride in china white
I can't decide, neither could you tell me if I'm right
You crossed the line, but I'll be fine I hope
I still will smile
You ain't my kind, just like a dog you tried to put me down
It's cool though
Send me your addy, or send me your location just like Khalid
You traded on me lil bitch, just like Kyrie to the mavericks
I'm better you know it
I gave you my heart and I showed it
You grabbed it, exploded
Go ahead and pour a four
Cuz I can't take this no more
I gave you a shot and you blowed it
Oooh
(I think I'm sleep talking)
Count up the money yeah count it up fast
You threw all your rocks inside the glass
I been outside been touched grass
You been out of line I had to correct it
Not on my own I stay in my section
I am alone, I got to accept it
Oh shit this a dream
Lil hoe why would you do this now
I don't even know if you want my child or you lying
I ain't from Africa I got the heart of a lion
Came broke and had you now I got nothing is this life
The black coupe or should I ride in china white
I can't decide, neither could you tell me if I'm right
You crossed the line, but I'll be fine I hope
I still will smile
You ain't my kind, yeah I'll stick to sippin on styrofoam
Credits
Writer(s): George Canler, Jimmy Marinos, Mike Skill, Peter Solley, Walter Palamarchuk
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