[Intro]
(Ton)
[Verse]
I just hope that you read it, I don't wanna overwhelm you (Hope you read it)
I ain't even that type of man to try to wreck a family (No, I'm not)
But I just gotta ask you 'cause I've been really thinkin' (I just gotta ask)
'Cause I ain't ready for you, I'm sorry
'Cause I ain't ready for you (For you, mama), I'm sorry
But I just gotta ask you, I just got one question (You've been)
'Cause I leave in the mornin', won't come back 'til the night (I won't)
You don't like that type of shit, but you cannot control my life (You can't)
No kids and I'm young and turnt, I'm tryna do it right
But, yeah, I ain't ready for you for you, mama, I'm sorry
I ain't ready for you for you, mama, I'm sorry
I ain't ready for you for you, mama, I'm sorry
And I look at your lil' girl like she one of mine (For real)
She fuck me up 'bout birthdays, same day you sank inside (For real)
I don't like rushin' into things, I wanna take my time (Oh, yeah)
I kept guilt in my mind, usin' your weakness from kindness
And this like my third love song since I've been in Miami (Damn)
And gunshots rangin' off the other day, ma', don't panic (Nah)
Before we let a nigga take somethin', man, this shit'll be a challenge (A challenge)
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm—
My love down on you
Last night, I had a dream I was your groom
Instead I booked us a trip to Tulum
(Ton)
[Verse]
I just hope that you read it, I don't wanna overwhelm you (Hope you read it)
I ain't even that type of man to try to wreck a family (No, I'm not)
But I just gotta ask you 'cause I've been really thinkin' (I just gotta ask)
'Cause I ain't ready for you, I'm sorry
'Cause I ain't ready for you (For you, mama), I'm sorry
But I just gotta ask you, I just got one question (You've been)
'Cause I leave in the mornin', won't come back 'til the night (I won't)
You don't like that type of shit, but you cannot control my life (You can't)
No kids and I'm young and turnt, I'm tryna do it right
But, yeah, I ain't ready for you for you, mama, I'm sorry
I ain't ready for you for you, mama, I'm sorry
I ain't ready for you for you, mama, I'm sorry
And I look at your lil' girl like she one of mine (For real)
She fuck me up 'bout birthdays, same day you sank inside (For real)
I don't like rushin' into things, I wanna take my time (Oh, yeah)
I kept guilt in my mind, usin' your weakness from kindness
And this like my third love song since I've been in Miami (Damn)
And gunshots rangin' off the other day, ma', don't panic (Nah)
Before we let a nigga take somethin', man, this shit'll be a challenge (A challenge)
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm—
My love down on you
Last night, I had a dream I was your groom
Instead I booked us a trip to Tulum
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