LOVE JONES

Tch, come on Yeah Alright Nah it's, it's cool Cause when my phone don't ring and you no longer on my line Just know I think about you all the time I been focused and it's been on all the wrong shit And I know I fucked up making you mine Now it's late I'm with something to go home with I need a couple shots of some grown shit I'll never f*ck up and say I'm missing you But meanwhile I'm wondering who you home with Having two reds and a rello Conversation laid across the couch While your speakers play cello Met you on the side with your ring on Now you in the loft with the Legos And I'm already gone off the repo Watching Love Jones on repeat Soaking from your head to your feet Then you heading to sleep and I ain't been to bed in a week Lay around with you when I'm gone Get a message from me like Ay this for all the times I wasn't picking up When I knew what shit was up and it was us I try to find my ways of getting through to you But when I stick to what I'm thinking that's when shit is f I, I'll drive around the city just to pick you up And I'll put you in a puddle just to sip it up I'm I'm never going for it till you give it up And I already heard what you say Your girl is giving verbs by the day So she can squeeze in while you worming away And now you wanna flake, like this German cake and I get it But while I'm in it let me earn where I stay cause Then I'm heading home and I'm bursting away We been hurting, I'm hot, I was the first with mistakes Layered over words we determined to say like Okay damn let me learn how to wait Cause when my phone don't ring and you no longer on my line Just know I think about you all the time I been focused and it's been on all the wrong shit Man, I know I fucked up making you mine Now it's late I'm with something to go home with I need a couple shots of that grown shit I'll never f*ck up and say I'm missing you But meanwhile I'm wondering who you home with And man Okay, okay Look Look, ay Over in the foothills, she don't never drink so I'm sober But you know that I'm going by the book still Player to the foot notes, everything been fading when it look real A nigga been put up like a good meal Throw a couple dollars, get the load, that's a good deal Seen fake growth, GMO, that's betrayal on what it took here They don't wanna look here, I ain't tryna sound like I'm ornery But The Game got me pressed like a book deal But let me rub the soles of your feet I'll reverse the roles till you sleep Then I'm gone off the tree and I could show you flows like the chi Get lighter than the gold on your cheeks Then we rose like the peak Hip me to these fears that you sitting on And why the feeling feeling off before the shit is wrong I could tell you never let it off before you get it on so Every time you just run it back Now my phone don't ring and you no longer on my line Just know I think about you all the time I been focused on the wrong shit, the wrong shit I know I fucked up making you mine Now it's late and I'm with something to go home with I need a couple shots of some grown shit I'll never f*ck up and say I'm missing you But errtime I'm wondering who you home with And man It's Killa (It's killer)