red eye
My eyes are red from this red eye
Time spent with you, it wasn't spent enough
All my guys know Im ahead of time
So if i spin for you they gon spin it up
All these songs I wrote for you
They always hit, mm they didn't hit enough
Look me in my red eyes with your dead eyes
All i spent on you, i never spent enough
All that time i spent with you it wasn't spent enough
All my guys know Im ahead of time
So if i spin for you they gon spin it up
All these songs that I've wrote for you
They always hit mm they didn't hit enough
How that shit add up?
Nah that math ain't mathematics
Baby this math ain't mathing
Righting my wrongs is automatic
Writing these songs so you can have it
Writing me off like i'm your taxes
Red Eye flights out to Texas
Red ass eyes when i exit
Dead ass eyes when i express it
Red Eyes no visine
Tapping the trigger like a high beam
Baby you know i like the finer things
You tried to persuade me to buy you things
I know that you are still hiding things
You want all designer things
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire
Man pull up pop out
I went to college and made a couple girls drop out
It was honor to be the one that yall had talked bout
Wonder how much shit you cost him
Running lines while i cross them
Catching flights like im crossing
Damn this shit is exhausting
Houston, Dallas and Austin
Time spent with you, it wasn't spent enough
All my guys know Im ahead of time
So if i spin for you they gon spin it up
All these songs I wrote for you
They always hit, mm they didn't hit enough
Look me in my red eyes with your dead eyes
All i spent on you, i never spent enough
All that time i spent with you it wasn't spent enough
All my guys know Im ahead of time
So if i spin for you they gon spin it up
All these songs that I've wrote for you
They always hit mm they didn't hit enough
How that shit add up?
Nah that math ain't mathematics
Baby this math ain't mathing
Righting my wrongs is automatic
Writing these songs so you can have it
Writing me off like i'm your taxes
Red Eye flights out to Texas
Red ass eyes when i exit
Dead ass eyes when i express it
Red Eyes no visine
Tapping the trigger like a high beam
Baby you know i like the finer things
You tried to persuade me to buy you things
I know that you are still hiding things
You want all designer things
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire
Man pull up pop out
I went to college and made a couple girls drop out
It was honor to be the one that yall had talked bout
Wonder how much shit you cost him
Running lines while i cross them
Catching flights like im crossing
Damn this shit is exhausting
Houston, Dallas and Austin
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Writer(s): Andrew Ramey, Ayoley Beats, Jaden Begnaud
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