PHONICS (feat. WESTSIDE BOOGIE & Tempest)
Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait
Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways
You crazy
Like razor blade
It cuts real deep when it's honest
Still up past 3, bending phonics
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye)
I know it hurts, but what the fuck I'm supposed to do?
2 am, you talking about when I'm coming through
My hands full of your ass again (accident)
Feelings that's better off in the past, with me catching up
Stuck on wishing I could change shit that passed you up
I been in my damn lane getting that average up
In this moment, we say, "Fuck it, is it safe?"
I know if I leave now, it's still a place off the strength for me
Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait
Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways
You crazy
Like razor blade
It cuts real deep when it's honest
Still up past 3, bending phonics
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye)
I end up falling
You end up sliding
I end up calling
That's perfect timing
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it
Hate a nigga that's not about his word
Ain't no going back and forth with that, no sir
It was never deep, oh never, not at all
You thinking too deep, it ain't that at all
We had a couple of run-ins, a couple setbacks
I wanted you, now you need to get back
It ain't hard to see that this ain't that at all
You thinking too deep, it ain't that at all
Fucking on them bitches that'll do it for the right look
Ooh Lord
Trading in your feelings for a right hook
Then you ask, "Why God?"
Hate a nigga that's not about his word
Ain't no going back and forth with that, no sir
I got a nigga in the hood with a Mercedes
Pull up with it like "that's my baby"
Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait
Out of bounds in the way, giving space
Trying to get it both ways, you crazy
Like razor blade
It cuts real deep when it's honest
Still up past 3, bending phonics
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye)
Everytime I'm in my bag
You love pulling me off course
Know that pussy got some power, gotta get it from the source
Tell me it ain't forced you don't see me for my talent
Never treat me like a rapper
I say should be some balance I don't know
Where you been, step on me and Imma step again
Let you in, I swear this process don't never end
I'm sure you finna hurt a nigga
You love going with the wave, and I'm just your current nigga
Said you on your way and I know you ain't just flake
Tell me that you straight you just need a little break
Bitch you really love me would've did it off the strength
You ain't gotta always do it at least tell me when you can't
I end up falling
You end up sliding
I end up calling
That's perfect timing
(5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it)
Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait
Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways
You crazy
Like razor blade
It cuts real deep when it's honest
Still up past 3, bending phonics
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye)
Buzzing my line
Tryna fuck up the vibe
I ain't finna waste my time
Phone going mm
Mm-mm-mmm
Fuck up the vibe
Probably trying to waste my time
I ain't finna pay it no mind
Phone going mm
Mm-mm-mmm
(Now you're doing too much)
Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways
You crazy
Like razor blade
It cuts real deep when it's honest
Still up past 3, bending phonics
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye)
I know it hurts, but what the fuck I'm supposed to do?
2 am, you talking about when I'm coming through
My hands full of your ass again (accident)
Feelings that's better off in the past, with me catching up
Stuck on wishing I could change shit that passed you up
I been in my damn lane getting that average up
In this moment, we say, "Fuck it, is it safe?"
I know if I leave now, it's still a place off the strength for me
Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait
Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways
You crazy
Like razor blade
It cuts real deep when it's honest
Still up past 3, bending phonics
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye)
I end up falling
You end up sliding
I end up calling
That's perfect timing
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it
Hate a nigga that's not about his word
Ain't no going back and forth with that, no sir
It was never deep, oh never, not at all
You thinking too deep, it ain't that at all
We had a couple of run-ins, a couple setbacks
I wanted you, now you need to get back
It ain't hard to see that this ain't that at all
You thinking too deep, it ain't that at all
Fucking on them bitches that'll do it for the right look
Ooh Lord
Trading in your feelings for a right hook
Then you ask, "Why God?"
Hate a nigga that's not about his word
Ain't no going back and forth with that, no sir
I got a nigga in the hood with a Mercedes
Pull up with it like "that's my baby"
Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait
Out of bounds in the way, giving space
Trying to get it both ways, you crazy
Like razor blade
It cuts real deep when it's honest
Still up past 3, bending phonics
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye)
Everytime I'm in my bag
You love pulling me off course
Know that pussy got some power, gotta get it from the source
Tell me it ain't forced you don't see me for my talent
Never treat me like a rapper
I say should be some balance I don't know
Where you been, step on me and Imma step again
Let you in, I swear this process don't never end
I'm sure you finna hurt a nigga
You love going with the wave, and I'm just your current nigga
Said you on your way and I know you ain't just flake
Tell me that you straight you just need a little break
Bitch you really love me would've did it off the strength
You ain't gotta always do it at least tell me when you can't
I end up falling
You end up sliding
I end up calling
That's perfect timing
(5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it)
Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait
Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways
You crazy
Like razor blade
It cuts real deep when it's honest
Still up past 3, bending phonics
5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye)
Buzzing my line
Tryna fuck up the vibe
I ain't finna waste my time
Phone going mm
Mm-mm-mmm
Fuck up the vibe
Probably trying to waste my time
I ain't finna pay it no mind
Phone going mm
Mm-mm-mmm
(Now you're doing too much)
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Sara Kawai, Jack Dine, Devin Austin, Zachary Ezickson
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