304s
Devy, pick up the phone
Lately my heart been on the floor
This shit been breaking me
Lately I'm talkin' less and doing more
I can't let you take from me
Got me feelin' like that shit made for me
Feel like it's the way I was made
Up all night, can't sleep no days
Tryna get by, tryna be okay
Tryna take flight, sum like a kite
Tryna get right off the weed all day
That bitch trife, nun like a wife
I swear to God, you can't be my bae
But on God, you could be my bitch
It's a party, if you wanna stay
Inside room 306, got the 304s all on the way
You could tell uh, he gon' switch
He ain't real, see it in his face
On the way up, trying for real
Tryna get rich, tryna get cake
Damn, tryna get the bands
I ain't tryna make no friends
Damn, that bitch on my body
I ain't tryna be her man
Got no time for the fake shit
Petty lies and the scams
Tryna fly like a spaceship
So high, I can't land, damn
Lately my heart been on the floor
This shit been breaking me
Lately I'm talkin' less and doing more
I can't let you take from me
Got me feelin' like that shit made for me
Feel like it's the way I was made
Up all night, can't sleep no days
Tryna get by, tryna be okay
Tryna take flight, sum like a kite
Tryna get right off the weed all day
That bitch trife, nun like a wife
I swear to God, you can't be my bae
But on God, you could be my bitch
It's a party, if you wanna stay
Inside room 306, got the 304s all on the way
Lately my heart been on the floor
This shit been breaking me
Lately I'm talkin' less and doing more
I can't let you take from me
Got me feelin' like that shit made for me
Feel like it's the way I was made
Up all night, can't sleep no days
Tryna get by, tryna be okay
Tryna take flight, sum like a kite
Tryna get right off the weed all day
That bitch trife, nun like a wife
I swear to God, you can't be my bae
But on God, you could be my bitch
It's a party, if you wanna stay
Inside room 306, got the 304s all on the way
You could tell uh, he gon' switch
He ain't real, see it in his face
On the way up, trying for real
Tryna get rich, tryna get cake
Damn, tryna get the bands
I ain't tryna make no friends
Damn, that bitch on my body
I ain't tryna be her man
Got no time for the fake shit
Petty lies and the scams
Tryna fly like a spaceship
So high, I can't land, damn
Lately my heart been on the floor
This shit been breaking me
Lately I'm talkin' less and doing more
I can't let you take from me
Got me feelin' like that shit made for me
Feel like it's the way I was made
Up all night, can't sleep no days
Tryna get by, tryna be okay
Tryna take flight, sum like a kite
Tryna get right off the weed all day
That bitch trife, nun like a wife
I swear to God, you can't be my bae
But on God, you could be my bitch
It's a party, if you wanna stay
Inside room 306, got the 304s all on the way
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Writer(s): Devaughn Jackson
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