Rockstah

Ellis this gon' wake the neighbors up

You had text me to come over Say you want to lay up on my shoulder
I can't make it, see you later I gotta go and collect the paper

When I wake up start off rolling
This is how I cope with my emotions
Pour my cup i over flow it
Love is a drug I'd say mine is potent
Time moves swiftly I'm going with the motions
Gotta move stiffly hold it and control it
My gears I'm always shifting a hemi for my motor
This bitch just say she into but that's just not my motive

This bitch just said she into me a friend no enemy
She thinking bout a wedding ring that's not my energy
You broke my heart a hundred times so slimy centipede
heard you fuckin with a lame that goofy isn't me
I taught you how to run game but it won't work on me
You seek attention Ion want no fame just give that bag to me

You move fast I see
Something like an athlete
It's in the past for me
Knew you wouldn't last with me

Past tense
Girl your in the past tense
Knew we wasn't lasting
So we steady laughing
Now your in the past tense
In the past tense
Oh what happened

Yeeaaahhhh

Getting on my nerves this shit start to erk me
When I made you mad didn't do it on purpose
But you always made me look like a bad person
But you at the end gone intentionally hurt me
I hop in the foreign no merging I'm swerving
That old life was boring while splurging and serving
Now by my lonely I got me for certain

Thinking bout times when you use to be flirting
I treated you right although you wasn't worth it
I'm deep in my head when I throw back a Percy
I lay in my bed and I get straight to workin
All in the paint like im Julius Irving
I can't be stopped unless I don't have service
You snaked me out they knew you was serpent
That shit it was foul you a clown but no circus
When my careers getting started emergent

When I wake up start off rolling
This is how I cope with my emotions
Pour my cup i over flow it
Love is a drug I'd say mine is potent
Time moves swiftly I'm going with the motions
Gotta move stiffly hold it and control it
My gears I'm always shifting a hemi for my motor
This bitch just say she into but that's just not my motive

You had text me to come over Say you want to lay up on my shoulder
I can't make it, see you later I gotta go and collect the paper



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Writer(s): Tre’von Guillory
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