Key West (feat. Izze)
Baby I don't wanna leave
Twisted words and twisted teas Please give me a reason to believe
Baby, I don't wanna leave I've been staying on my grind
Trying to be a better person Get back up on my shit
I gotta be a better version of me
Yeah, I'm just trying to reach my full potential
Before we fade to dust I heard y'all new shit
It ain't special y'all should hang it up
Embarrassing
We out in public and you make a fuss
About the same old stuff
And then later fuck
Comparisons, will have you thinking that you ain't enough
In competition with myself and that boy great as fuck
Writing raps up in the back when I would take the bus
Been through a lot of pain but that shit made me tough
Yeah, I'm always ready, I'm out to get it
I'm bout my fetty
A lot to say but the quiet type in a social setting
Busy days and schedules, forgot my homie's wedding
He said he wasn't even tripping cause he knows where I'm heading
A lot of shit to mention but I keep on forgetting
If I don't like you, ain't acting friendly, there's no pretending
Third time I hit the blue arrow but that shit isn't sending
How could you think that I'd do you wrong girl that shit's offending
Dreams to reality, pray that this shit is never ending
Remember living on Britain and trapping heavy
To barely make enough money to pay for what we was renting
I'm sorry shit, I'm just venting
I'm in the booth reminiscing, yeah
Twisted words, my vision's blurred, you missed my intention
And sometimes when nothing's wrong, I still feel the tension
This music got me so busy, I know you need attention
I know you fiend for affection, it's time for intervention
My favorite tracks when I just speak and I let off a verse
Get 20 texts before I even get my coffee first
And I just want the respect, lately I just seem stressed
Backwoods out in Key West beach sex with my main thing
She just wanna fuck right now, I want the same thing
I just wanna blow up big and bring my same team
Y'all imitate what's been done, intimidated by none
Been generating my funds for generations to come
It's 97 to now, swear all these rappers my sons
I been creating my sound, I blow it bag to my lungs, you dig
Twisted words and twisted teas
Please give me a reason to believe, baby, I don't wanna leave
I've been staying on my grind, trying to be a better person
Get back up on my shit, I gotta be a better version of me
Twisted words and twisted teas Please give me a reason to believe
Baby, I don't wanna leave I've been staying on my grind
Trying to be a better person Get back up on my shit
I gotta be a better version of me
Yeah, I'm just trying to reach my full potential
Before we fade to dust I heard y'all new shit
It ain't special y'all should hang it up
Embarrassing
We out in public and you make a fuss
About the same old stuff
And then later fuck
Comparisons, will have you thinking that you ain't enough
In competition with myself and that boy great as fuck
Writing raps up in the back when I would take the bus
Been through a lot of pain but that shit made me tough
Yeah, I'm always ready, I'm out to get it
I'm bout my fetty
A lot to say but the quiet type in a social setting
Busy days and schedules, forgot my homie's wedding
He said he wasn't even tripping cause he knows where I'm heading
A lot of shit to mention but I keep on forgetting
If I don't like you, ain't acting friendly, there's no pretending
Third time I hit the blue arrow but that shit isn't sending
How could you think that I'd do you wrong girl that shit's offending
Dreams to reality, pray that this shit is never ending
Remember living on Britain and trapping heavy
To barely make enough money to pay for what we was renting
I'm sorry shit, I'm just venting
I'm in the booth reminiscing, yeah
Twisted words, my vision's blurred, you missed my intention
And sometimes when nothing's wrong, I still feel the tension
This music got me so busy, I know you need attention
I know you fiend for affection, it's time for intervention
My favorite tracks when I just speak and I let off a verse
Get 20 texts before I even get my coffee first
And I just want the respect, lately I just seem stressed
Backwoods out in Key West beach sex with my main thing
She just wanna fuck right now, I want the same thing
I just wanna blow up big and bring my same team
Y'all imitate what's been done, intimidated by none
Been generating my funds for generations to come
It's 97 to now, swear all these rappers my sons
I been creating my sound, I blow it bag to my lungs, you dig
Twisted words and twisted teas
Please give me a reason to believe, baby, I don't wanna leave
I've been staying on my grind, trying to be a better person
Get back up on my shit, I gotta be a better version of me
Credits
Writer(s): Isabelle Garrison
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