fukaround

Yeah
All I ever needed was a hand (ohh)
All I ever needed was a plan okay
You left me buried left me in the sand
Because of that now I'm a better man

I ain't stressed baby I ain't gotta worry (ain't gotta worry)
I need rest damn my vision getting blurry
Gotta get the racks gotta go I'm in a hurry (gotta go)
I
Might fuck around get caught in the act
Might fuck around and just have to spazz
Might fuck around put the foot on the gas
Might fuck around and go get the cash
Might fuck around and get too attached
Might fuck around get cut on the glass
Might fuck around and find out
Off of the za I'm high now

Woah woah
I got very big plans imma do it like Nike
She in my DM's on the gram damn I think that she like me
And now I'm balling on the field just like the Vikings
I feel like Kirk
Might just put your mans up in the dirt then I skrt
She think I'm a jerk told that bitch I'm off a perc
She getting on my nerves think that bitch gon leave me hurt (goddamn)
But if I'm being real

I ain't stressed baby I ain't gotta worry (ain't gotta worry)
I need rest damn my vision getting blurry
Gotta get the racks gotta go I'm in a hurry (gotta go)
I
Might fuck around get caught in the act
Might fuck around and just have to spazz
Might fuck around put the foot on the gas
Might fuck around and go get the cash
Might fuck around and get too attached
Might fuck around get cut on the glass
Might fuck around and find out
Off of the za I'm high now

She might fuck around and catch 30 bodies
I ain't fucking with no hoes I ain't fucking with the thotties
And shawty give me brain she can give me the knowledge
And now I'm moving smart I ain't even go to college
Love is just a chemical high up in the brain go insane
Smoking on the gas I might float away know my name
See that hoe she go insane
Lionhearted can't be tamed
Steady easing all the pain (woah woah)
Call-call-call me Dirk
I might pop a perc
She said she wanna (what?)
Now she lifting up her skirt
I'm not worried bout the past Imma put it in the dirt
And she caught too many bodies I don't think it's gonna work

I ain't stressed baby I ain't gotta worry (ain't gotta worry)
I need rest damn my vision getting blurry
Gotta get the racks gotta go I'm in a hurry (gotta go)
I
Might fuck around get caught in the act
Might fuck around and just have to spazz
Might fuck around put the foot on the gas
Might fuck around and go get the cash
Might fuck around and get too attached
Might fuck around get cut on the glass
Might fuck around and find out
Off of the za I'm high now

Might fuck around and find out
Off of the za I'm high now
Might fuck around and find out
Off of the za I'm high now



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Writer(s): Taiveion Johnson
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