TooLong
My heart drop when the phone rings
We ain't spoke in a minute never sewed things
He stay poking my limits
And my old flings
We were fly together spread my own wings
Anyway he hit my line
Left a message you could hit me when you get some time
I confess I been stressin'
I could use some conversation or elation or a lesson
So I'm pacin'
While I call the homie
What's up fam how you been?
It's good to hear you dog
I'm really glad I found a friend
We gettin older and it used to move slower
I just wanted to connect so it's love when it's over
Its a crazy time
I feel you bro
You don't need to pay no mind
If I ignored it
I was prolly just recording
Yo I'm cookin' like a foreman
Ain't a snore up in my door and I been meaning to reach out
It's gettin hot on the streets now
Rest in peace to Malik Brown
Word yo I wish that we could speak
More often I been feelin' kinda weak
And exhausted I'm lost in the sauce
Is it us or the world?
They say I need a mask when I'm fuckin' my girl
I can't do it
Even when it's caught on camera we can't prove it
Papi know my name cause I'm draining this damn fluid
But yo how's the Cali life?
Valley type shit
What it be like talking Hallie like shit
Plus a key right?
Yeah I see palm trees
And girls on they arms knees
Won't eat like they Gandhi
Everything is circles like laundry
I woke up
Popped a blood vessel I was coked up
I'm off it
Too many artists in a coffin
I'm locked in
Snappin' like a rubber band
On the other hand
It's mad dread on the block like it's summer jam
Wanna hit the 45th with the 45 like I'm son of Sam
Understand
Life is really hectic
But what we Made together was electric
Accepted the path that you took
And it's love forever
You the caption of hooks
Couldn't come correct-er
If I had a dollar every philly rolled
Shit you did and you spent it on a Philly bro
I'm tryna get control
Used to all these shots now I'm sippin' slow
Shorty listen now we kissin' like it's mistletoe
Think I'm gettin fit to blow
And if I do man it's all love
We gon' hop in the coupe know it fit like gloves
But check it out
I gotta go
Told my girl that we'd be steppin' out
Check accounts
Cause my checking is a stress amount
Shit I feel that
If I blow a tire
Man I wont know where my meals at
But trust bro its been too long
Ain't tryna fade out like the end of the song
The end of the bong is somethin' I'm dependent upon
I'd rather call up my dawg
Like the kennel from Guam
So hit me back G
If you need somebody you just gotta ask me
Cause we go back like a crack fiends
I'll be tapped for the tag team
We ain't spoke in a minute never sewed things
He stay poking my limits
And my old flings
We were fly together spread my own wings
Anyway he hit my line
Left a message you could hit me when you get some time
I confess I been stressin'
I could use some conversation or elation or a lesson
So I'm pacin'
While I call the homie
What's up fam how you been?
It's good to hear you dog
I'm really glad I found a friend
We gettin older and it used to move slower
I just wanted to connect so it's love when it's over
Its a crazy time
I feel you bro
You don't need to pay no mind
If I ignored it
I was prolly just recording
Yo I'm cookin' like a foreman
Ain't a snore up in my door and I been meaning to reach out
It's gettin hot on the streets now
Rest in peace to Malik Brown
Word yo I wish that we could speak
More often I been feelin' kinda weak
And exhausted I'm lost in the sauce
Is it us or the world?
They say I need a mask when I'm fuckin' my girl
I can't do it
Even when it's caught on camera we can't prove it
Papi know my name cause I'm draining this damn fluid
But yo how's the Cali life?
Valley type shit
What it be like talking Hallie like shit
Plus a key right?
Yeah I see palm trees
And girls on they arms knees
Won't eat like they Gandhi
Everything is circles like laundry
I woke up
Popped a blood vessel I was coked up
I'm off it
Too many artists in a coffin
I'm locked in
Snappin' like a rubber band
On the other hand
It's mad dread on the block like it's summer jam
Wanna hit the 45th with the 45 like I'm son of Sam
Understand
Life is really hectic
But what we Made together was electric
Accepted the path that you took
And it's love forever
You the caption of hooks
Couldn't come correct-er
If I had a dollar every philly rolled
Shit you did and you spent it on a Philly bro
I'm tryna get control
Used to all these shots now I'm sippin' slow
Shorty listen now we kissin' like it's mistletoe
Think I'm gettin fit to blow
And if I do man it's all love
We gon' hop in the coupe know it fit like gloves
But check it out
I gotta go
Told my girl that we'd be steppin' out
Check accounts
Cause my checking is a stress amount
Shit I feel that
If I blow a tire
Man I wont know where my meals at
But trust bro its been too long
Ain't tryna fade out like the end of the song
The end of the bong is somethin' I'm dependent upon
I'd rather call up my dawg
Like the kennel from Guam
So hit me back G
If you need somebody you just gotta ask me
Cause we go back like a crack fiends
I'll be tapped for the tag team
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