11pm In London

What's good my killy? Knocked her off her heels now she moving like she got Heelies When you ride it you go quick, I let you pop a wheelie I'll stand beside you everyday even if today you don't feel me I'm fucked up in the head, when you compliment me, I be like really? I separate myself once I see niggas moving silly I feel like Bruce Wayne on the rooftop looking at my city I'ma give it another shot since I'm already tipsy It's too motherfuckin' cold All these excuses you keep telling me are motherfuckin' old You got some nerve to move the way you do, you motherfuckin' bold I took my heart off my sleeve it was messing up my fuckin' clothes Yeah, yeah 'Cause I know you don't want to be alone I know you don't want to be alone Turn my volume up so I could hear it when you call my phone Every now and then I'm lonely, maybe I'm better on my own, yeah yeah I'm in London with my Timb's on moving like I'm in New York I always add a pep to my step you could tell by the way I walk Got too many females on my body I don't even gotta talk They keep thinking shit a game 'til they surrounded by white chalk And now we counting bodies after bodies Got so much stories inside my crib I'll f*ck you in my lobby, I got Space for the both of us if you need it Medication in my system I might move conceited, yeah yeah I'm just looking for some inner peace Tried to crucify me if you tryna find me I'm where sinners be We connected and fell in love, it wasn't willingly These fucked up thoughts inside my head be killing me, but I keep it G Sometimes I feel like I do too much for you, if I make you cry I apologize I do too much to you And if I f*ck with you Gorilla Glue you know I'm stuck with you Can't let her know my dark side like peroxide I'm in the cut with you, yeah yeah 'Cause now you don't want to be alone I know you don't want to be alone Turn my volume up so I could hear it when you call my phone Every now and then I'm lonely maybe I'm better on my own, yeah yeah Every now and then I need a bit of loving Made it out the trenches we made something out of nothing Beat the pussy up I got it sounding like percussions Fully loaded automatic they thought we was tussling, no no Put your heart inside a basket, leave it at my doorstep Wish I had a f*ck to give, 'cause I don't got no more left Pain, pain, go away, come again another day Had to throw my phone away, I'll hit you up another day If the first plan don't work out, we gon' make it another way I leave the garbage open for them so they could throw my love away And right now, I'm not tryna call your phone And I need someone 'cause I hate being on my own You need to stand on what you said, why you keep switching up your tone? Need different sleeves for my heart so now she's switching up her clothes 'Cause I know you don't want to be alone I know you don't want to be alone Turn my volume up so I could hear it when you call my phone Every now and then I'm lonely maybe I'm better on my own, yeah yeah