Shots

(album: Don't Be Like the Rest of Them, Darling - 2022)

One shot ain't enough for me to touch my phone
Two shots in me now I'm starting to feel warm
Three shots got me missing someone I don't want
Four shots got me talking 'bout this stupid hoe
Five shots got me wavy got me spitting poems
Six shots got me asking where this girl is from
Seven shots I'm texting all my ex's phones
Eight shots in I don't think that I'm going home

Yeah

I've been through a lot
Thought the people in my life is all I really got
People that I know they be stirring up the pot
They leave me when I'm down but they're here when I'm on top, yeah

Thought that I forgot
Go out of my way lord knows I did a lot
She wants to hear I do, I'm sorry baby I cannot
My foot is on the gas girl I'm speeding I can't stop, yeah

How much are you really trying though?
I mean, the love we got is a triangle
I got another bad shawty that I'm trying for
You used to have another man that you were dying for

This shit is messy think it's best we don't keep trying girl
You say it's over, it's just me, but I don't buy it girl
I really bought you all those clothes that you were trying girl
And now there's many other women I be buying for

I'm always around, I'm always around baby
I go to Harrods and blow all my pounds baby
I really love being the talk of the town baby
They got it bad I know they down baby

I'm taking you home, how does that sound baby?
Drinking tonight we going for rounds baby
Silent my phone, I'm putting it down baby
Liquor in me, shit'll go south baby

One shot ain't enough for me to touch my phone
Two shots in me now I'm starting to feel warm
Three shots got me missing someone I don't want
Four shots got me talking 'bout this stupid hoe

Five shots got me wavy got me spitting poems
Six shots got me asking where this girl is from
Seven shots I'm texting all my ex's phones
Eight shots in I don't think that I'm going home

Can't fuck with you if you and your ex are friends
I can't wife a girl that knows too many men
I can't fuck with you even if we pretend
I don't want no bitch that doesn't make no bread
I don't want no daddy issues here again
I don't want no spoil bitches here again
I don't want no ex's to appear again
I don't want nobody fucking with my zen
Fucking with my head
Fuck around with me too much I'll leave your ass on read
Hate the feeling when I don't want to get out of bed
All because a stupid hoe told me she got a man
It don't matter though
'Cause she got some friends
Type of bitches that will cut you off just for a man
Then come back like "girl I miss you and we got to hang"
And you take her back 'cause you ain't got no other friends

One shot ain't enough for me to touch my phone
Two shots in me now I'm starting to feel warm
Three shots got me missing someone I don't want
Four shots got me talking 'bout this stupid hoe
Five shots got me wavy got me spitting poems
Six shots got me asking where this girl is from
Seven shots I'm texting all my ex's phones
Eight shots in I don't think that I'm going home

I've been through a lot
Thought the people in my life is all I really got
People that I know they be stirring up the pot
They leave me when I'm down but they're here when I'm on top, yeah
Thought that I forgot
Go out of my way lord knows I did a lot
She wants to hear I do, I'm sorry baby I cannot
My foot is on the gas girl I'm speeding I can't stop, yeah
I'm always around, I'm always around baby
I'm always around, I'm always
I'm always around
They got it bad I know they down baby
I'm taking you home, how does that sound baby?
Drinking tonight we going for rounds baby
Silent my phone, I'm putting it down baby