Sit Still.

You know as a musician, I just value conversations with women 'cus
That shit keep the world going... They inspire me
My lyrics like 80% actual conversations I've had with bad bitches
And I don't mean that derogatory,
And I ain't tryna put it in your face or nun'
Like I got options, it just... is you know?
Sit still

She tired...

Tired of...

Tired of waiting on...

Tired of waiting on me and my bullshit

Shit I don't be doing shit

She say "yeah that's the problem, nig' you don't be doing shit"

Aww right or wrong, it don't matter, you just in your feelings

I'm just writing songs, skip the chatter, damn you got a mouth on you

I'd tell you but i just don't wanna feel scolded
My honesty's toxic to you so I omit

She saw me out in public

Recognized me from my ads on instagram

She wanna be one of the model baddies

I saw the blue button showing "follow back"
So I followed back and she sending pics,
Some light conversation
And i'm tryn' explain this the process
But you insecure about it

Now i find myself not talking to bad bitches as much
I'm a problem child at lost for words, I'm mentally blocked
It's my writing style, you false accuse me of not giving a fuck
And your closed fists not what I meant by
"I'm missing your touch"... but

She tired...

Tired of...

Tired of waiting on...

Tired of waiting on me, and my bullshit

Shit i don't be doing shit

She say "yeah that's the problem, nig' you don't be doing shit"

Aww right or wrong, it don't matter, you just in your feelings

I'm just writing songs, skip the chatter, damn you got a mouth on you

I'd tell you but i just don't wanna feel scolded
My honesty's toxic to you so I omit

I've got all the gold
Cars and all the clothes
I've got what you really want but
I'm not what you really want

I'm always on the go
My job is on the road
That's exactly how I can get you glam
I ain't tryna slide to no bitches, damn! now

Now I find myself not talking to bad bitches as much
I'm a problem child at lost for words, I'm mentally blocked
It's my writing style, you false accuse me of not giving a fuck
And your closed fists not what i meant by
"I'm missing your touch"... but

She tired...

Tired of...

Tired of waiting on...

Tired of waiting on me, and my bullshit

Shit i don't be doing shit

She say "yeah that's the problem, nig' you don't be doing shit"

Aww right or wrong, it don't matter, you just in your feelings

I'm just writing songs, skip the chatter, damn you got a mouth on you

I'd tell you but i just don't wanna feel scolded
My honesty's toxic to you so I omit

Shit can get deep when you riding with me
Do you really think you got it in ya?

Jus cus i got a mouthpiece on me, you got a mouth on you

My ex say she fuck her new nigga to my music
It helps her when she thinks bout me to cum from fucking
My ex say she fuck her new nigga to my music
It helps her... it helps...



Credits
Writer(s): Avery Young
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