Fuck It Rod Wave

[Intro: Whitney Houston & Rod Wave]
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
Can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide
Rod, where you been?

[Verse 1: Rod Wave]
I just been holdin' it down
Maintainin', lane changin', noonie focusin' now
Smoke out the pound, 'cause the lean man just went out of town
Tell these clowns, if they ain't TBM, then don't come around
All these niggas welterweight, bitch, I been a heavyweight
When he got that metal ate, and that bitch'll melt your face
Really on this rap shit, but I'll still'll drop some
Really from this trap shit, so I'll still'll pop some
I got something for these clown niggas hatin'
Police Sunday investigation, and they keep callin' my phone
Ain't know shit about no burglaries, cracker, I was home
Reem put me on a lick, I'm tryna leave that shit alone (What?)

[Interlude: Whitney Houston & Rod Wave]
(Hello?)
But don't make me close one more door (Reem, bro)
I don't wanna hurt anymore (Nigga)
Stay in my arms if you dare (He got what?)
I don't wanna hurt anymore (Alright, I'ma call, I'ma call you back, bro)
Stay in (Yeah)