Hey!

(альбом: Tears And Pistols - 2020)

(Census, what you cookin'?)

Hey, hey, hey, my heart won't allow (Oh, oh, oh)
I don't wanna have to stress about my feelings, that shit's so played out (Ooh)
You don't treat me like you love me, you just run your mouth
I'm a super rich nigga, come and hop up in this Lamb', ho
'Rari finna slam though, fucking on his fan, ho
I bet this codeine in my liver take me out, I won't get lit, ho
Running through these bands though, fucking on his stan, ho
Hey, hey, hey, I said, "Hey, hey, hey"
Hey, hey, hey, I said, "Please tell me that you here to love me right"

Bae, I never loved the slut, she just tryna get my neck
She was calling to my phone, lil' mama be on one
I caught a bitch like OBJ and wash my mouth and kiss my bae
I said I'm sorry, will you ever forgive me, baby?
Stress me the fuck out, I swear you driving me crazy
This bitch tried to break my heart in two, but that didn't phase me
Look all around yourself
Count this cash and heal my heart with no help

Hey, hey, hey, my heart won't allow (Oh, oh, oh)
I don't wanna have to stress about my feelings, that shit's so played out (Ooh)
You don't treat me like you love me, you just run your mouth
I'm a super rich nigga, come and hop up in this Lamb', ho
'Rari finna slam though, fucking on his fan, ho
I bet this codeine in my liver take me out, I won't get lit, ho
Running through these bands though, fucking on his stan, ho
Hey, hey, hey, I said, "Hey, hey, hey"
Hey, hey, hey, I said, "Please tell me that you here to love me right"