Cerise
I'm out of my mind for thinking that I could escape this mood
I'm sick of doing lines, you bitch, I only did them to relate to you
I'm floating on the rise real quick
I'm sorting you into the mix
Stop hoeing around, taking those pics
You're for the streets can't believe that I hit
Yeah
But I had to
Bad bitch with the tattoos
She said she only like brown dudes, but now I guess I have to
I been running out of time to say what's on my mind
Better get yourself a notepad, but with no lines
And before I forget it, let's not talk about your other guys
Hundreds of them, but I got more than that by three times
Committing to you is such a waste, would rather do the crime
Fully aware that I'ma lose you in this lifetime
Sunday, someday, we gon' chill, sipping wine in the nighttime
Bouquets, Flonase, I'm not allergic to the pollen when you're nearby
And everything you got, it's all heresay
You on your knees, bitch, like a fuckin' sensei
I'm out of my mind for thinking that I could escape this mood
I'm sick of doing lines, you bitch, I only did them to relate to you
I'm floating on the rise real quick
I'm sorting you into the mix
Stop hoeing around, taking those pics
You're for the streets can't believe that I hit
Yeah
But I had to
Bad bitch with the tattoos
She said she only like brown dudes, but now I guess I have to
I'm sick of doing lines, you bitch, I only did them to relate to you
I'm floating on the rise real quick
I'm sorting you into the mix
Stop hoeing around, taking those pics
You're for the streets can't believe that I hit
Yeah
But I had to
Bad bitch with the tattoos
She said she only like brown dudes, but now I guess I have to
I been running out of time to say what's on my mind
Better get yourself a notepad, but with no lines
And before I forget it, let's not talk about your other guys
Hundreds of them, but I got more than that by three times
Committing to you is such a waste, would rather do the crime
Fully aware that I'ma lose you in this lifetime
Sunday, someday, we gon' chill, sipping wine in the nighttime
Bouquets, Flonase, I'm not allergic to the pollen when you're nearby
And everything you got, it's all heresay
You on your knees, bitch, like a fuckin' sensei
I'm out of my mind for thinking that I could escape this mood
I'm sick of doing lines, you bitch, I only did them to relate to you
I'm floating on the rise real quick
I'm sorting you into the mix
Stop hoeing around, taking those pics
You're for the streets can't believe that I hit
Yeah
But I had to
Bad bitch with the tattoos
She said she only like brown dudes, but now I guess I have to
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Writer(s): Aakash Rathee
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