Alone

You say I make you free your mind
And make you feel home
I'm glad I didn't waste my time
With a bitch so wrong
And the thing is
I always pull up to your crib when you feel alone
I tell you come home
Messing with my head
Bottles on the floor
I mix them up
You find me dead, yeah
I don't play my part
Shit, I guess that's what she said
A hundred and two missed calls
She sends that text
Gets left on read

Huh, no I don't understand this
Sippin on mud in a Spaceship
Baby i'm not from this planet
New whip and it's panoramic
Told my glock
"Don't think about jamming"
It ain't jumping if they don't let Cam in
Bitch please put down your camera
Came in my crib
Drop it off in the front
You drop it off in the back
Rolling up za
I don't know how to act
But baby I know bout the act
And baby I know what's facts
You ain't never really stood ten toes
Pull up a hundred grand
No, it can't fold
I could never fold on my kinfolk
Or my guys
It's JAC, no lies
It's all bout the creed, alright?
So I hopped on creed, got right
Finna light this wood for the night
Girl you ain't what I need
What I like
If I smoke these runtz
Baby I am not sleeping tonight
(On God)

You say I make you free your mind
And make you feel home
I'm glad I didn't waste my time
With a bitch so wrong
And the thing is
I always pull up to your crib when you feel alone
Yeah, Yeah
I tell you come home
Messing with my head
Bottles on the floor
I mix them up
You find me dead, yeah
I don't play my part
Shit, I guess that's what she said
A hundred and two missed calls
She sends that text
Gets left on read



Credits
Writer(s): Camrhen Blevins, Ashton Croston
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