5 A.M IN ROME

III I'm falling into your trap, Oh no
Gun into my back, I know
I cannot go out sad, you know?
So ima go out bad, oh no.

Running it back my demeanor on go,
I'm losing my mind, it might fuck up my flow,
In love with her dark skin and no I can't settle with snow,
I wanted her bad but she wanted my bro.

Run out, no more,
Guns out gonna blow,
Shots fired hit the floor,
Parties on, don't knock at door

I just want you to know, when you left your home
Your baby hit my phone
She told me "I'm alone"
I told her "I don't want her, ima leave her on her own"
. Too bad it's 5 A.M IN ROME.

Now i'm sneaking out the door, Pass my phone to my bro,
She told me i'm alone,
So i'm headed to your home,
She said "I hate my boyfriend"
I told her, "Break up with that hoe"
But she won't ever do it she just trynna up the score, Oh

I made her feel these things that she never felt,
And this a true story I won't ever fucking lie and tell,
He waking up next morning, said he feel like he in fucking hell,
He so mad at me this boy want to pull up and go take my head.

Mhmm

But i'm standing still,
I won't ever fail,
I'm sorry that I broke your heart little boy,
But you won't get this kill,
Saw me on your ring,
Boy you won't do a thing,
He came back to his house,
While i'm in the back and i'm running it out,

He trynna dodge these bullets, I won't miss.

He trynna dodge these bullets, I won't miss.

He trynna dodge these bullets, I won't miss.

He trynna dodge these bullets, I won't miss.

He trynna dodge these bullets, I won't miss.

He trynna dodge these bullets, I won't miss.

He trynna dodge these bullets, I won't miss.

He trynna dodge these bullets, I won't miss.



Credits
Writer(s): Brixton Berry
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