houston

You hit my phone tryna get it right (Yeah)
You know i'm out in Houston and i'm bouta miss my flight (Flight)
Met up with my side at the terminal
And we bouta slide (Yeah!)
Her calls been stacking up
Like where you been last week while i was out of sight (What?)
Damn baby what happened last week
When i took a tap for the night, (Yeah)
We can break make up, just to make it out the block
I know i didn't make it baby you don't gotta fake it
I was living life fuck it no vacations
I can feel the ways parting, i can feel them breaking
I can feel the love shaking, out my chest
An hour in she still sending texts, Yeah, I forget the rest
But i lost her in the crowd
Where she at, where she at, where she at
The woman, The models, the bitches, the bottles
It got me fucked up, cause you the one i love
I hate to break it, but you the one whose faking
I can see it from a mile away, the way you separated
I can see it from the hills where it's vacant
I know you hit them high notes with they you are screaming
Scream my name baby don't be afraid
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid
You hit my phone tryna get it right (Yeah)
You know i'm out in houston and i'm bouta miss my flight (Flight)
Met up with my side at the terminal
And we bouta slide (Yeah!)
Her calls been stacking up
Like where you been last week while i was out of sight (What?)
Damn baby what happened last week
When i took a tap for the night (Yeah)
We can break make up, just to make it out the block
I know i didn't make baby you don't gotta fake it
I was living life fuck it no vacations
I can feel the ways parting, i can feel them breaking
I can feel the love shaking, out my chest



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Garcia, Katie Porras
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