High-Key Nights

Oh shit, I'm might be cold, so icy
Bold enough to not give a fuck
If the world don't like me
We making music nightly
Shorty up the octave
I ain't talking about a high key

My blessings bouncing back like echos
We friends cause I kept saying hello
That cake isn't cake cause it shakes like jello
We both rep FF's, fine female, fine fellow

I'm getting cold, so icey
Old enough to know that she single
If she not wifey
The sheets so unsightly
Shorty up the octave
I ain't talking about a high key

Shorty went rogue since November
Then sent me, "heyyyyyy"
With 6 y's, what should I tell her
Well I'm not Boo'd Up, Ella Mai
Treat me like I'm Fetty
And come My Way
My place is so clean it glistens
I need a crazy lady for the juxtaposition
Rapport is getting built when we link up
I must be ovulating, how we sync up

Fresh out a relationship
I knew that she was free now
She used to play some ball
So I'm bout to be her rebound
We can skip the dinner
There's another way to eat out

I'm so cold, so icy
Old enough to not give a fuck
If she don't like me
But it's very unlikely
Her guitar is in tune
Cause I'm strumming it nightly



Credits
Writer(s): Mustafa Sallak
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