That's You

Sad Truth
Bad News
Thats Who?
Thats You
Hit's me up when she lonely
Sad Truth
Lookin for a fade off the codeine
Bad News
Then try to act like she don't know me
That's who?
Always tryna keep it on the lowkey
That's you

5am and the phone starts ringing
I know she on the lean only call me when she's sippin
(I know she's sippin)
And I'm just sayin, it ain't because she miss me
Probably comin down always lonley when she tipsy
I hate to be suspicious but you showin all the signs
Stop, check yourself, go and put your ass in line
Addicted to prescriptions, don't tell yourself a lie
This type of shits a vicious cycle, send you fallin from the sky
You the type to only hit me up when you down
Crawling to my doorstep when you cant get off the ground
Then I go let you back in every time you lookin week
But you fake and backstab me when I turn the other cheek
When your friends come around with the drugs that you need
I don't hear a word, you don't speak, not a peep
Till your so high up that your nose bleeds, can't breath
Fallin on your knees askin for me (that's you)

Hit's me up when she lonely
(Sad Truth)
Lookin for a fade off the codeine
(Bad News)
Then try to act like she don't know me
(That's who?)
Always tryna keep it on the lowkey
(That's you)
Hit's me up when she lonely
(Sad Truth)
Lookin for a fade off the codeine
(Bad News)
Then try to act like she don't know me
(That's who?)
Always tryna keep it on the lowkey
(That's you)

I won't hate no I won't disrespect you
But that't the last time that I'm ever gon let you
Show face only when you down and depressed
No trace once you got up and left (where she go?)
Where my wallet me, she probably took it (she took it)
You know nobody out here half way crooked
Nuf said she, she was suspect since the day I met her
She crawled up in my bed when I knew I shouldn't let her
And all my friends said you were bad news from the start
Soul suckin booze chugger with a stone for a heart
I let you slip in, tryna get my (uh) in havin trouble thinkin
How I'm gonna finish this bar (How you do it?)
It's been a week since we kicked it the 3rd
No sign of the stolen wallet nothin was heard
Phone bings its a text message,Oh look its her
I'm done with the snakes man, lessons been learned

Hit's me up when she lonely
(Sad Truth)
Lookin for a fade off the codeine
(Bad News)
Then try to act like she don't know me
(That's who?)
Always tryna keep it on the lowkey
(That's you)
Hit's me up when she lonely
(Sad Truth)
Lookin for a fade off the codeine
(Bad News)
Then try to act like she don't know me
(That's who?)
Always tryna keep it on the lowkey
(That's you)

Thats who?
Thats you
Sad Truth
Bad News
Thats Who?
Thats You



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Holt
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