Asking Alot

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (get away, get away)
Hitting me back, I guess I'm asking a lot
Asking a lot
Bae, hit me back

Hitting me back, I guess I'm asking a lot
I will be with you to the spot
Sending you home, late at the end of the night
Fuckin' with me, guess you not, she was my type
Showin' me signs of a bride, turned out a regular bop
I'm gettin' high off of the shrooms, getting fried
She would've told me to stop

What make you think you can fuck up my high?
What make you think you can fuck up my vibe?
Baby, I wake up, I'm takin' a lot
Because I will be the main, keep the nick on the side
But I ain't a regular guy
Fuck with me, have the time of your life
Baby, I'm faded, you know what it's like
I know you hate it, it's gon' be alright

I need you to wake me up
I need you to wake me up
The demons try to break me down
I need you to shake 'em up
I need you to wake me up
I need you to wake me up
The demons try and break me down
I need you to shake 'em up

Nah, high ain't the word, baby, I'm bent
Fuck what you heard, I am the word
Baby, I'm him, I am the bird
Family guy, making you laugh
When you feel hurt, making you cry
Never the goal, still try to learn

Hitting me back, I guess I'm asking a lot
I will be with you to the spot
Sending you home, late at the end of the night
Fuckin' with me, guess you not, she was my type
Showin' me signs of a bride, turned out a regular bop
I'm gettin' high off of the shrooms, getting fried
She would've told me to stop

Hitting me back, I guess I'm asking a lot
I will be with you to the spot
Sending you home late at the end of the night
Fuckin' with me guess you not, she was my type
Showin' me signs of a bride turned out a regular bop
I'm gettin' high off of the shrooms, getting fried
She would've told me to stop

The demons try to break me down
I need you to shake me up
I need you to wake me up
I need you to wake me up
The demons try to break me down
I need you to shake me up



Credits
Writer(s): Guillermo Vizcaino
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