Intro.Verted.
I am introverted
Seeing people makin' nigga nervous
I like bein' alone like a virgin
Stay up in my room all day
But that don't really get a nigga paid
Gotta go to work and get this fuckin' cake (uh)
Happy face on for the employee
But on my break, don't talk to me please
Eyes on the clock, gotta get home to my bed
And my mama, I'm sorry, not really, uh
This beat so cold, I make this shit in my room
I don't even like to go out my room
'Cause that mean I'ma have to talk to you, uh
As in you, I'm in my family
I'd rather just talk to him through this beat
Give me two feet, give me two feet, please
Ho-ass niggas, give me six feet at least
Don't care how shy I am, still put that shit on even in a jam, bitch
You do not know me and if you owe me
Pay up, so I can motherfuckin' leave
Pops said, "Never settle, that's how you get ahead"
Nigga hungry, nigga need some bread
If anybody downstairs, I'm stayin' in this bed
And I'm not playin', do you feel what I'm sayin'?
If you feel the same, sing this shit
And if you're introvert, sing this shit
You're feelin' tired, we're the same in this, bitch
If you're fuckin' with my shit, then sing this shit
If you're a nigga or a niggete, sing this shit
Even if you're not doin' shit, then sing this shit
If you got anxiety, sing this shit
If you got no bitches, sing this shit
To all the fucked niggas, sing this shit
But I'ma let you know, some suck this dick
If you got anxiety, sing this shit
Bitch
Seeing people makin' nigga nervous
I like bein' alone like a virgin
Stay up in my room all day
But that don't really get a nigga paid
Gotta go to work and get this fuckin' cake (uh)
Happy face on for the employee
But on my break, don't talk to me please
Eyes on the clock, gotta get home to my bed
And my mama, I'm sorry, not really, uh
This beat so cold, I make this shit in my room
I don't even like to go out my room
'Cause that mean I'ma have to talk to you, uh
As in you, I'm in my family
I'd rather just talk to him through this beat
Give me two feet, give me two feet, please
Ho-ass niggas, give me six feet at least
Don't care how shy I am, still put that shit on even in a jam, bitch
You do not know me and if you owe me
Pay up, so I can motherfuckin' leave
Pops said, "Never settle, that's how you get ahead"
Nigga hungry, nigga need some bread
If anybody downstairs, I'm stayin' in this bed
And I'm not playin', do you feel what I'm sayin'?
If you feel the same, sing this shit
And if you're introvert, sing this shit
You're feelin' tired, we're the same in this, bitch
If you're fuckin' with my shit, then sing this shit
If you're a nigga or a niggete, sing this shit
Even if you're not doin' shit, then sing this shit
If you got anxiety, sing this shit
If you got no bitches, sing this shit
To all the fucked niggas, sing this shit
But I'ma let you know, some suck this dick
If you got anxiety, sing this shit
Bitch
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Writer(s): Tjay Williams
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