TELL ME IT JUST BEGUN
Every step
Gon make me better baby
U know i'm clever baby
Put my love in letter maybe
Find out where we end up crazy
Laziness come from complacency
Scraped up a lil bread
To get a whip to go from a to b
My patience be diminished
But my face remain gracious
We come from places in the trenches
Of course ima make it
Take what I can
And make a blessing from it
Brodie told me sit back
And reap all the benefits I covet
Pushing passion
Out enough
I pray i pree the repercussion
Stevie on the beat
Make me confess
Over the sweet percussions
Aim to be
Faithfully
At a point where I don't need the lust
How the hell u aint believe in us
But you want me to trust you
Baby u could leave me fucked up
I don't even love you
This shit get deep as my cup
I needa recover
Wreak havoc
Up with these muscles
We don't speak
But it get active
If I ever see
That he touch you
What have we come to
Beloved spirits
Come and visit
When I eat mushrooms
Mama mad
I ain't coherent
She just think
Of you
In my bag spinning
Know a couple
Good girls with a
Bad image
Gotta watch your back
Once you get a stab in it
Thought that you was clutch
But you was acting mad shifty
I ain't losing much
The gouda come in mad 50s
Who is you to run
Your lip about it
Giving mad envy
Hope that you don't get mad at me
You was mad happy
Last time that
We had passion
In our laughs
Happened to be
Our last action
Don't be mad at me
You was mad happy
Last time we had passion
In our laughs
Don't be mad at me
You was mad happy
Gon make me better baby
U know i'm clever baby
Put my love in letter maybe
Find out where we end up crazy
Laziness come from complacency
Scraped up a lil bread
To get a whip to go from a to b
My patience be diminished
But my face remain gracious
We come from places in the trenches
Of course ima make it
Take what I can
And make a blessing from it
Brodie told me sit back
And reap all the benefits I covet
Pushing passion
Out enough
I pray i pree the repercussion
Stevie on the beat
Make me confess
Over the sweet percussions
Aim to be
Faithfully
At a point where I don't need the lust
How the hell u aint believe in us
But you want me to trust you
Baby u could leave me fucked up
I don't even love you
This shit get deep as my cup
I needa recover
Wreak havoc
Up with these muscles
We don't speak
But it get active
If I ever see
That he touch you
What have we come to
Beloved spirits
Come and visit
When I eat mushrooms
Mama mad
I ain't coherent
She just think
Of you
In my bag spinning
Know a couple
Good girls with a
Bad image
Gotta watch your back
Once you get a stab in it
Thought that you was clutch
But you was acting mad shifty
I ain't losing much
The gouda come in mad 50s
Who is you to run
Your lip about it
Giving mad envy
Hope that you don't get mad at me
You was mad happy
Last time that
We had passion
In our laughs
Happened to be
Our last action
Don't be mad at me
You was mad happy
Last time we had passion
In our laughs
Don't be mad at me
You was mad happy
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Writer(s): Benjamin Muniz
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