How It Turned Out
Uh, yeah
(Dylvinci got the code)
Lotta shit I wanna say
I'll probably never get the courage
If I don't write this verse, prolly never get the words out
I'll prolly never get to tell ya
Get to tell ya how it worked out, baby, how it turned out
Yeah
We can chill for the night
Blue bills, baby, ain't no one in sight
You ain't funny, baby, you ain't want a slice
Let it show and I got drunk on the flight
Ten bands, baby, what a night
You're still here, I'm doing somethin' right
It's just what it seem like
New Chanel, that's somethin' light
She got a Michelin star on the appetite
Thank God that I was patient
I was pacing 'round the crib 'til I made this
Bad bitches in my phone, daily basis
Stocked full of pot, filter this shit, make sure, yeah
I quit the dayshift, I ain't take a break since
But what I'm made from make this shit make sense
Sorry for coming off too abrasive
It really took 'em that long to embrace me
Yeah, I've been acting like I'm blind to it
I got right off of the plane, I got right to it
I've been keeping shit private, only I knew it
I've been putting on the bro like I'm Ryan Lewis
But keep the secrets, I've been acting like I don't see
I've been high, "And how it feel?" Like it's all easy
I can say it how I want it, you gon' police
If that's really how it is, you can go and leave
You got me going out and I don't even like people
I got money, baby, I don't know what time means
I got five people I can trust
Used to have a couple more, I had to give 'em up
Fuck it, I feel like I know enough, you the one I want
I saw yo' eyes and I tried to show 'em what I'm made of
Let's get ahold of us, we can make this song special
I know all of this can work if we just showed up
I got cold feet the one time
I won't ever let it happen like that one time
Ain't any work done if it ain't done right
Know I shoulda been doing this shit the whole time
Proved on like I got so high
Just kept rambling, four or five
Racks I ain't check with damages
I can handle it, whatever, I'll manage it
There ain't a point to this phone if I don't answer it, I know
I know
Lotta shit I wanna say
I'll probably never get the courage
If I don't write this verse, prolly never get the words out
I'll prolly never get to tell ya
Get to tell ya how it worked out, baby, how it turned out
(Dylvinci got the code)
Lotta shit I wanna say
I'll probably never get the courage
If I don't write this verse, prolly never get the words out
I'll prolly never get to tell ya
Get to tell ya how it worked out, baby, how it turned out
Yeah
We can chill for the night
Blue bills, baby, ain't no one in sight
You ain't funny, baby, you ain't want a slice
Let it show and I got drunk on the flight
Ten bands, baby, what a night
You're still here, I'm doing somethin' right
It's just what it seem like
New Chanel, that's somethin' light
She got a Michelin star on the appetite
Thank God that I was patient
I was pacing 'round the crib 'til I made this
Bad bitches in my phone, daily basis
Stocked full of pot, filter this shit, make sure, yeah
I quit the dayshift, I ain't take a break since
But what I'm made from make this shit make sense
Sorry for coming off too abrasive
It really took 'em that long to embrace me
Yeah, I've been acting like I'm blind to it
I got right off of the plane, I got right to it
I've been keeping shit private, only I knew it
I've been putting on the bro like I'm Ryan Lewis
But keep the secrets, I've been acting like I don't see
I've been high, "And how it feel?" Like it's all easy
I can say it how I want it, you gon' police
If that's really how it is, you can go and leave
You got me going out and I don't even like people
I got money, baby, I don't know what time means
I got five people I can trust
Used to have a couple more, I had to give 'em up
Fuck it, I feel like I know enough, you the one I want
I saw yo' eyes and I tried to show 'em what I'm made of
Let's get ahold of us, we can make this song special
I know all of this can work if we just showed up
I got cold feet the one time
I won't ever let it happen like that one time
Ain't any work done if it ain't done right
Know I shoulda been doing this shit the whole time
Proved on like I got so high
Just kept rambling, four or five
Racks I ain't check with damages
I can handle it, whatever, I'll manage it
There ain't a point to this phone if I don't answer it, I know
I know
Lotta shit I wanna say
I'll probably never get the courage
If I don't write this verse, prolly never get the words out
I'll prolly never get to tell ya
Get to tell ya how it worked out, baby, how it turned out
Credits
Writer(s): Coye S
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