Like Practice (feat. Jay Bezzy)

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
But anyway, why are you hittin' me up?
It's the middle of the night
You right that I was over there, huh?
You wanted to fuck me?
That's really why, huh?
Well, I'm not - (practice you)

And I don't think we're ever gonna see each other again, 'cause I told you (you treat me like practice)
(Now we're actin' like we're strangers until we are again) I'm tryna forget about you
And anything that ever happened between us (until we are again)
(Practice you, you treat me like practice) unfortunately
(Now we're actin' like we're strangers until we are again)
Going back to bed, good night

You treat me like practice (practice, now we're actin')
You treat me like I'm overreactin' (practice you, practice, now we're actin')
Come from the city, I love your accent
And you look like your pictures, you ain't no catfish
Gotta get your beauty sleep, go get some naps in
Rockstar lifestyle, white girl wasted
I don't want no molly, let the white girl take it
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (pra-practice)

She said, "When I'm with you, I'm the safest," mm
Chanel, Celine, she Gucci, Amiri (practice, now we're actin')
Said she want me in her mouth like Listerine (practice, practice)
Can't be stressin', I'm gon' look like Mr. Clean

Practice you
You treat me like practice
Now we're actin' like we're strangers
Until we are again, until we are again

Practice you
You treat me like practice (practice)
Now we're actin' like we're strangers
Until we are again, until we are again

You start talkin' practice (practice, now we're actin')
You start flippin' out, overreactin' (practice you)
We was so tied, baby (practice)
Why we untanglin', detachin'?
You start trippin', went through my phone, seen attachments
Started asking me questions like, "Who is that bitch?"
Just remember who's with you when you ain't had shit (I wasn't broke, I fucked up)

But I can't remember them
I be gettin' wasted and trippin' off these bitches
Let these other niggas take it
I just want one girl, pretty when she naked
I ain't gotta ask, she know she decides to take it
My home ain't for me, yeah, she patient (practice)
Bend it over, let me see that you can take dick
Red and that blue pill, I be in the matrix
Yeah, I got a main bitch, but she is not my favorite (practice you)



Credits
Writer(s): Jessiah Bratcher, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
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