11pm In London J.I the Prince of N.Y

[Verse 1]
What's good, my Killy
Knocked her off her heels, now she movin' 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 movin' silly
I feel like Bruce Wayne on the rooftop lookin' at my city
I'ma give it another shot since I'm already tipsy
It's too motherfuckin' cold
All these excuses you keep tellin' 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 messin' up my fuckin' clothes, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Designer on, you don't want to be alone
I know you don't want to be alone (Nah)
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

[Verse 2]
I’m in London with my Timb's on movin' like I'm in New York
I always add a pep to my step, you could tell by the way I walk
Got too much females on my body, I don't even gotta talk
They keep thinkin' shit a game 'til they surrounded by white chalk
And now we countin' bodies after bodies, got so much stories inside my crib
I'll fuck 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 lookin' for some inner peace
Try 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 killin' me, but I keep it G
Sometimes I feel like I do too much for you and if I make you cry, I apologize I do too much to you
And if I fuck 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