Turn my phone on
Too many times I kept my phone on
Waiting for a text back I know that you're gone
Took a break from the bar scene I'm coming back home
Im going back its full circle they all know what I'm on
Its all games with you I always hated it
Heart turned black you would of thought somebody painted it
Call my phone to check up I'm okay to say it
I just ran the check up its my turn to pay it
I just hit the gang up I told them that we made it
She know how I get sometimes I been faded
Calling up my 12 she been fucking up my cadence
She gone get it twisted I don't love her Imma fake it
Ill, running from your love another mile
Ill, do anything to keep the file straight
Okay, you okay? with the side, okay
For a while you fucking up my life okay
Ill, running from your love another mile
Ill, do anything to keep the file straight
Okay, you okay? with the side, okay
For a while you fucking up my life okay
Get it straight I aint fucking with none of your friends
Going through it once again Im tryna make a mends
I don't get it I don't understand in my defense
You say you hate me then you love me make it make sense
Help it make sense bae
Yeah, help it make sense bae
Let me get behind it see you look a little tense bae
Yeah, I'm feeling nice like Bryce from the fence bae
Uh, RP tinted windows on the Benz bae
Black whips black bitches with my friends yeah
Yank fitted give a fuck about the trends yeah
Money long we gone see how far it bends yeah
Yeah, two rocks on the lens yeah
I've been pissing off the old heads yeah
On my shit long clip it extends yeah
Ask my if I love her it depends yeah
Ill, running from your love another mile
Ill, do anything to keep the file straight
Okay, you okay? with the side, okay
For a while you fucking up my life okay
Ill, running from your love another mile
Ill, do anything to keep the file straight
Okay, you okay? with the side, okay
For a while you fucking up my life okay