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Scary Hours Freestyle

 

Scary Hours Freestyle


I've gon a little crazy
I'm out my mind
'She not my lady
She just my type
You're on my mind like all the time (like all the time)
And no matter what I say, you blow my line (brrr)

Got me caught in conversation
Now you running out of patience
(Yea)
Middle finger if you hating
(Whoa)
It won't matter when I make it (yeah)

I cannot be the romantic one
Go and tell me what you 'doin for me
I just stay up in the studio
So all that talk is just like music to me
Say you love me, 'gotta prove it to me
'Cause all them kisses never did it for me
I been sitting reminiscing 'bout a better day
Like why you never listen to me?
(God damn)
I'm just glad that you came
I'm so glad you could make it
Throwing dirt on my name
But don't shade on me, lady
I can't pay you no mind
I don't pay bills, I don't pay no bills
I don't waste no time
I don't make meals unless you my main bitch

I've gon a little crazy
I'm out my mind
'She not my lady
She just my type
You're on my mind like all the time (like all the time)
And no matter what I say, you blow my line (brrr)

Got me caught in conversation
Now you running out of patience
(Yea)
Middle finger if you hating
(Whoa)
It won't matter when I make it (yeah)
(Yeah)

I know you wanted my time, girl
But all these moments are timeless
I just [?] with my [?]
Didn't know my dick was this mindless
How can you be so sour, girl?
And we just wanna be tight, girl
We just had to let it go
Now you blame this on me, yeah (why)
Why you blame it on me (yea)
Whoa (look)
I just wanna try new shit, new fit
New bitch, new whip (when I go skrr skrr)
We 'gon get that Fendi, right
New Prada, new Gucci, new Louis
All this shit that you want, what you say?

I've gon a little crazy
I'm out my mind
'She not my lady
She just my type
You're on my mind like all the time (like all the time)
And no matter what I say, you blow my line (brrr)

Got me caught in conversation
Now I'm running out of patience
(Yea)
Middle finger if you hating
(Whoa)
It won't matter when I make it (yeah)
Got me caught in conversation
Now you running out of patience
(Yea)
Middle finger if you hating
(Whoa)
It won't matter when I make it (yeah)

(Yeah)
Yea, I got eyes on you
Show me what it do babe
Show me what it do babe (yea)
I've got my eyes on you, babe
I've got my eyes on you, babe

done

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