[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Way too high, I'll admit (I'll admit)
I'll be down in five minutes (Five minutes)
Uber said I'm five over (Uh-huh)
Bitch, you made my stomach hurt, need Canada Dry soda (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She be walking 'round the crib only wearing my loafers
Different minds, mine focused, I got plenty eyes open (Yeah, uh)
She came home to bags on the counter, don't ask how much I spent at Dover (Uh, uh)
I realized all I ever needed was love, I'm getting older (Needed, uh)
I was smoking spliffs inside the venue, they said nothin' 'bout the odor
I keep forgetting you ain't southern, you ain't ever seen the croakies
Bae, don't ask what's in my cup, let's pretend that it's just Folgers
Smoking fat shit, only put an O inside the Bambú
You know how the Hills be, I can't even understand you
Yeah, I can't sign a deal, I'd sell myself in the advance too (Yeah)
I'd prolly be rich if I had all the bands I ran through (Whoa, yeah)
I was about to hit yo' *****, you lucky I chose to cancel, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Uh, she said I've been too on the go (Too on the go, go)
Uh, baby, that ain't in my control (Control, oh)
I tried a hundred ways to tell you before
But you got problems even when I'm (Not around)
You been taking me out my bag, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't tripping on no sand, yeah (Yeah)
I've been walking on glass, baby, don't let go of my hand (Hand)
3.5 fill the room up, everybody gotta clear out, uh (Out)
I don't even got an Allstate, I ain't ever need a handout (Yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Way too high, I'll admit (I'll admit)
I'll be down in five minutes (Five minutes)
Uber said I'm five over (Uh-huh)
Bitch, you made my stomach hurt, need Canada Dry soda (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She be walking 'round the crib only wearing my loafers
Different minds, mine focused, I got plenty eyes open (Yeah, uh)
She came home to bags on the counter, don't ask how much I spent at Dover (Uh, uh)
I realized all I ever needed was love, I'm getting older (Needed, uh)
I was smoking spliffs inside the venue, they said nothin' 'bout the odor
I keep forgetting you ain't southern, you ain't ever seen the croakies
Bae, don't ask what's in my cup, let's pretend that it's just Folgers
Smoking fat shit, only put an O inside the Bambú
You know how the Hills be, I can't even understand you
Yeah, I can't sign a deal, I'd sell myself in the advance too (Yeah)
I'd prolly be rich if I had all the bands I ran through (Whoa, yeah)
I was about to hit yo' *****, you lucky I chose to cancel, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Uh, she said I've been too on the go (Too on the go, go)
Uh, baby, that ain't in my control (Control, oh)
I tried a hundred ways to tell you before
But you got problems even when I'm (Not around)
You been taking me out my bag, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't tripping on no sand, yeah (Yeah)
I've been walking on glass, baby, don't let go of my hand (Hand)
3.5 fill the room up, everybody gotta clear out, uh (Out)
I don't even got an Allstate, I ain't ever need a handout (Yeah)
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