Galaxy
Hold on, tell me where you're bout to go Tell me where you're bout to, telling you to wait
way Feeling all alone, telling you don't go
Tellling you don't go Time play, my heart change
And it's all your fault, and it's all your fault
And I'm caught back in the same shit, bust a brain, take a hit, that's cold
No one said I'd be alone, no one said that they would go
But I'm doing better, I'm not sitting around mad now
I'm not sitting around wondering why you glad when I'm sad now
I'm only getting to the bag now, do this shit for lil two
When I go make sure it pass down
I'm telling you what I need, I'm loving your body
Come on girl, get on top of it, oh
And I got us caught in, can't get from around it
And I really think I'm stuck in your galaxy, oh
Put them stars on your toes, I got some reason
I book a flight to get you right here, even tho you right here
You might not understand, I'm missing you, I'm missing me
Not us but the one before it got bad
You call Friday, i hit back Saturday
Days I don't wanna deal with this, I wish you parish
Leave me on days I'm doing bad
Ain't about no money, but you know I be flashing
I made over a 30 in the trap, still ain't in the lowest Tax Bracket
But I'm still stuck in your galaxy
I think I'm stuck in your galaxy
I think I'm stuck in your galaxy
Feel like I'm stuck in your galaxy
You got me stuck in your galaxy
Galaxy, oh oh
Galaxy, oh oh
way Feeling all alone, telling you don't go
Tellling you don't go Time play, my heart change
And it's all your fault, and it's all your fault
And I'm caught back in the same shit, bust a brain, take a hit, that's cold
No one said I'd be alone, no one said that they would go
But I'm doing better, I'm not sitting around mad now
I'm not sitting around wondering why you glad when I'm sad now
I'm only getting to the bag now, do this shit for lil two
When I go make sure it pass down
I'm telling you what I need, I'm loving your body
Come on girl, get on top of it, oh
And I got us caught in, can't get from around it
And I really think I'm stuck in your galaxy, oh
Put them stars on your toes, I got some reason
I book a flight to get you right here, even tho you right here
You might not understand, I'm missing you, I'm missing me
Not us but the one before it got bad
You call Friday, i hit back Saturday
Days I don't wanna deal with this, I wish you parish
Leave me on days I'm doing bad
Ain't about no money, but you know I be flashing
I made over a 30 in the trap, still ain't in the lowest Tax Bracket
But I'm still stuck in your galaxy
I think I'm stuck in your galaxy
I think I'm stuck in your galaxy
Feel like I'm stuck in your galaxy
You got me stuck in your galaxy
Galaxy, oh oh
Galaxy, oh oh
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Writer(s): Derrick Wilson
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