Thoughts Everywhere

Caress her like a saint, blow her back like a devil
She had a twerk fest with my gun, can't tell which one better
Both some demons, she the alpha and the gun omega
Skin smooth as fuck, wonder if she got angel feathers
I'm massaging that paradise and she just keep getting wetter
I can't stay composed over the phone, she too pressure
I want her to feel the love she need, she my endeavor
I'm the man she see when she fantasize
Them niggas did her wrong how she hurt inside
I know I fuck her good how she hurt inside
Feel euphoria around her, I be feeling high
(Feeling high)
(I be feeling high)
(Feeling high)
(I be feeling high)
(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
She said she got a nigga, I said I got test
Told her that's what we finna cheat on that made that bitch wet
Don't care if that's an opps bitch I just be looking for the best
I like to stay having bitches wish I was the one they kept
That's not how life work, keep it moving Beth
Came from situations where niggas stay getting painted
Don't bring up my brodie names I'm the type to make you famous
The famous where you on a shirt get talked bout on fox 4
Cause a nigga got them type of kinfolks, yeah
They the type ready to pull out extendos, yeah
We on the highway switching yellow lines back and forth, yeah
This where I came from I had to make it out, yeah
Bitch head game was so good
I had to go on and save that shit for later
Bitch head game was so good
I had to go on and save that shit for later
(Oh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby I want you with me
My thoughts everywhere
My thoughts everywhere



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