Vices

How many days and how many hours will it take for me to get over you We kiss but we never talk and I'm feeling like the conversation is overdue Could've, would've, should've never opened up the door Lost my key somewhere up in the translation F*ck it your love got me wanting more Early mornings I would hit it Most of the times in the whip Wrote my EP in the tC, always had you beneath me So close you could reach me, man I hate how you leached me I started with Lychee, then you progressed to deceive me And my funds decreasing cuz you bitches needy I love how you know exactly what to say Pay me a couple visits through the day Remind me that everything gon' be okay For you I'd get out my way Steer off my route just to find where you stay Find where you lay, undress ya Instant gratification you get what you pay for Get ya mind out the gutta my lil brudda I ain't talking bout sex, talkin amphetamine Used to judge them old folks with sticks I look around and now it's look at me What goes around comes around, nothing new under the sun Plus you know we from the southside so we got to keep a couple guns Nicky Nicky ion love you as much as that Sticky Sticky Rather invest in a Zippy Zippy Man I know you ain't good for me So why you be texting me talking bout come and get me F*ck is you taking me for F*ck it I'll take it to war Up one I evened the score Temptation a bitch like f*ck, now I can't leave to the store How many days and how many hours will it take for me to get over you We kiss but we never talk and I'm feeling like the conversation is overdue Could've, would've, should've never opened up the door Lost my key somewhere up in the translation F*ck it your love got me wanting more Somewhere in Milwaukee probably drinking wacky Increasing my funds while I'm chasing these bucks I was born in the heart of the gangland If you really bout it and you down then it's up Married to the money, I keep it tuxed Birds of a feather always flock together I rather the loner life and get em' plucked Pour out my heart like a royal flush Killing me, slowly but surely you telling you not But you ain't got no credibility, you and yo stupid ass friends You freaky as f*ck provoking these felonies Ain't talking bout doja, that my lil Soulja I'm talking more about amphetamine Disrupting my energy, you is the enemy Literally, the end of me Rebuke in the name of the Father, the Son This ain't the end cuz it's only begun It don't matter if you claim that you done Cuz all is fare in the art of the love and the war Here we go again, with the back and the forth Fight fire with fire, gon' scorch up the torch Momma told me don't you open that door How many days and how many hours will it take for me to get over you We kiss but we never talk and I'm feeling like the conversation is overdue Could've, would've, should've never opened up the door Lost my key somewhere up in the translation F*ck it your love got me wanting more