MIND AT TROBE ST.

Oh u swearing on me? playing with me? turning on me? Fuckin with me? (Oh Ohh) You swearing on me? Turnin on me? Fuckin with me? Playin with me? (Yeah) (Woah Woah) It's not the first time i feel like shit Thought calling u cause i lost my grip Breathing so hard it broke my ribs U speak and it cut like a thousand fibs U buss it up but ya wont admit Slick on eyeliner she ready to hit Slip on sum and she ready to trip Yeah (Woah Woah) Money involved so she gassed up Pretty ass bitch but she messed up I Heard ur new guy need some action And i Measure ur love i see fractions U fucked him not ur intention But f*ck it lets see his reaction Another grim satisfaction Oh u swearing on me? playing with me? turning on me? Fuckin with me? (Oh Ohh) You swearing on me? Turnin on me? Fuckin with me? Playin with me? I know it's hurting you both ways You're drunk and texting me as always You're hoping that i cross your way to come back to you But no nah no way I'm comin out of my cold ways Pouring myself into cups just to make sure I'm grinding like a normal day Ready to deal in a worst way (Yeah) Tan on my system got me buzzin in F*ck this now im going in Feel like i might be risking it Done seeing every shade of it Im lost in u now I can't go back Half of u is bout capping I guess All that hi-fi shit got u impressed It got me sayin' like Loose me and I loose ya Got ya Loose P with the newbies All that u do Is to go places we've been asking for me Loose me and I loose ya Got ya Loose P with the newbies U played it right wasn't my time And it wasnt meant for me