Jackson Boddy - 2nd Guessing

You said it'd be different
But you lied
And you said I was tripping 'bout him
Can't compare to mine
I'm second guessing
Every message
Meaningless sending
Me to the gates up at heaven
Ooh could you let me in
They sent me here
I'm back again
Like baby girl what's happening?
I can tell that you're nervous, it's flattering
We could roll up or pour up, no rationing
We could fuck on the sofa, whatever you're imaging
Don't give me no insight
When I get to spazzing
And spreading the package
Niggas don't know what it's been like
Get down, been down, bitch sit down
Now that you're inside
Let's get to action
We could movie magic
The show must go on
Won't stop til the scene's right
You said it'd be different
But you lied
And you said I was tripping 'bout him
Can't compare to mine
Baby just wanna bedazzle the bracket
She pissed off when she found out the package ain't have it
She cranking the fuck out her neck
When she back it out, pack it out, max it out, all of her friends
Whipping the Altima just like a Benz
None of em' got it but she can pretend
Won't you hop in it?
Well shit it depends
If I'm still in it
Can we make amends?
Huh?
It's like a what?
It's like bae keep it a hundred a buck please
It's like there's twenty-four hours inside of a day
And you wanna blow it all on nothing
Let's drop a tab and get funky
Get to touching
Drop all that buddy buddy
Bae you love me
How did I fumble it?
I was king of the hill, but I found myself under it
You said it'd be different
But you lied
And you said I was tripping 'bout him
Can't compare to mine

Written by:
Jackson Boddy

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find