Line
Hey mama
Girl you look so fine
Lemma holla at you baby
I won't waste yo time
You look bad for me baby
But that's what I like
And you got sweet looking lips
Candy like Mike and Ike
But I see you got spice
And I ain't that something nice
But if you want me to back off
Then here I'll cut my line
And I'll be right on mine
Not usually one for change
But I can't drop this dime
This time, imma offer my line
Shit hold up I'm lowkey panicking
My words been jamming and
I'm lowkey high as shit
Got fucking dammit man
My hearts loud pounding
And I can't hear the words that
My mouth are sounding and
I hope I'm not stammering
I'm chilling, I can handle it
But I'm also not interested
Pretending that I give a shit
I knew this would happen
I fucking knew this would happen
Look it's not that you're a bad person
We both know you're temporary
And you ain't thaat person
So I don't wanna really wanna fuck with all that dumb work
Dumb bitch always texting my number
I have attachment issues so it won't work
Don't want my heart shot at like Dunkirk
I can't trust you either, I don't know ya past work
I'm a disaster
My momma got scared and she called the pastor
Off white clothes to match the ghost feeling
The more I chase the more I lose feelings
And I can't wait to tell you good riddance
I can't wait
I can't wait
Off white clothes to match the ghost feeling
The more I chase the more I lose feelings
And I can't wait to tell you good riddance
I can't wait
I can't wait
Girl you look so fine
Lemma holla at you baby
I won't waste yo time
You look bad for me baby
But that's what I like
And you got sweet looking lips
Candy like Mike and Ike
But I see you got spice
And I ain't that something nice
But if you want me to back off
Then here I'll cut my line
And I'll be right on mine
Not usually one for change
But I can't drop this dime
This time, imma offer my line
Shit hold up I'm lowkey panicking
My words been jamming and
I'm lowkey high as shit
Got fucking dammit man
My hearts loud pounding
And I can't hear the words that
My mouth are sounding and
I hope I'm not stammering
I'm chilling, I can handle it
But I'm also not interested
Pretending that I give a shit
I knew this would happen
I fucking knew this would happen
Look it's not that you're a bad person
We both know you're temporary
And you ain't thaat person
So I don't wanna really wanna fuck with all that dumb work
Dumb bitch always texting my number
I have attachment issues so it won't work
Don't want my heart shot at like Dunkirk
I can't trust you either, I don't know ya past work
I'm a disaster
My momma got scared and she called the pastor
Off white clothes to match the ghost feeling
The more I chase the more I lose feelings
And I can't wait to tell you good riddance
I can't wait
I can't wait
Off white clothes to match the ghost feeling
The more I chase the more I lose feelings
And I can't wait to tell you good riddance
I can't wait
I can't wait
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Writer(s): Volker Tay
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