Uh, yeah
Uh, if you talk so much
I won't have to say it
Did you hear what i said? do you know what i'm saying?
I'm the type of girl to tell you i ain't playing
I'm the person that they speaking lots about
Do you know what they saying? or do you shut your mouth?
I wanna understand, i be so in my bag
I shouldn't be so sad, not with this type of—
Not with this bad mouth, run around, toes down
For myself, i can't help, first you got to lay it out
I'm leaving on a whim
I'm breathing in the wind
I don't even wanna go out the crib
Yeah, why aren't we smoking? windows are open
Crib where it's cold in, sunlight is golden
Peering deep below the confidence, it's probably where my fear been
Roped in with shit with old friends
Got me in a down, feeling tides in the ocean (yeah)
Leaving on a whim
I'm breathing in the wind (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, why aren't we smoking? windows are open (uh, uh)
Call me just past 7, don't clear past 11
I know that you be [? 1:24], got me moving like a demon
Screaming, "you must feel it, baby," the passion or the fever
I think he just my day-one, i think you feel something
Promise i ain't judging, nigga, i am not god
You move like a point guard, you be in my dreams
And i see you in my evenings, and i see you in my mornings
And i see you when i'm horny, lay it out, i got to know
Whole lot of drink up in my cup, it's filled to the brim, i been slipping
Whole lot of drink up in my cup, it's filled to the brim, i been slipping
Feel the breeze on my skin, i touch the city and roll to relax and it help me recoup