Oh shit
Groupies trynna fix me, think they crocin
You ain't really know me, you ain't know shit
Trynna save my soul but that shit hopeless
Heard a rhyme, on Spotify
I'm the kinda guy, she likes
Hit me up, on Instagram
Then flip to- No reply
Girl don't waste your time
I'm taken
Gave my word, And I don't break it
Break no sweat because I'd bet that
She looks better than you naked
Face it, she and me's a different scene
TV, on fleek and you can't compete
Can't hold a match, fuck hold a candle
Next to her, you're a lower mammal
Bend over backwards, In her warm embrace
She can set the pace, glad she let me stay
So you best behave, I ain't risking Queen
Day one, she my- Whiskey dream
Oh shit
Groupies trynna fix me, think they crocin
You ain't really know me, you ain't know shit
Trynna save my soul but that shit hopeless
Dirtiest sheets, and cleanest of bodies
We took a vacation just me and my shorty
We booked a hotel and fought in the lobby
Then laughed in our room like we high off of Molly
My girl a Ferrari and you can't compare
A ten on the scales from her toes to her hair
The person I trust to be real in a world that's the opposite, stopping it
Getting me back to my best and then topping it
I been a fool about love in the past
I thought that I couldn't relapse
But I'd never had it for real, like with her
This feeling ain't fleeting too fast
If you on the gram
Stalking me, thinking that you got a shot at me
Honestly, you got more chance with the lottery
Stars in her mind like astronomy
Take me to right where I wanna be
Oh shit
Groupies trynna fix me, think they crocin
You ain't really know me, you ain't know shit
Trynna save my soul but that shit hopeless