Armani White, Jackson Breit and Carneyval - Jasmine
You and homie still together, told her I could wait foreverI just hope you don't plan on takin' that long though
My love letters more like keys into your heart
That ain't my fingers on that ARP
But I too often press the wrong notes
It's off to a bad start, talk through the rest part
But caught you at glance far
You feelin' me, you feelin' me
Your mouth full bad thoughts, you called me an asshole
That's chalk on the asphalt
Ya killin' me, ya killin' me
A viewin' ain't a view like what I got in the hills
Off the clock we can chill if you got timin' to kill
I got a spot we can fill, a couple blocks in the field
I know a house is not a home, I pay a lot of the bills
So whatcha say love, slither in and bitten in the apple
Written many raps from these scribbles in my MacBooks
Catcall, blackball, gamble with these rollin' stones to blame
I lay my head on wherever I let my hat fall
So, babe, I see that you're lonely
We can leave any moment of time but it's all in your mind (and I)
Know that someone's at home but is he doin' you wrong?
I'll let you decide
I got a waitin' list of waitresses that want phone service
More than their own service
I just got a taste for you, let's feast on it
We could beef on it, freeform it, lock a lease on it
Don't give me no answer too fast, I'll let you sleep on it
Boxin' the snooze late, drivin' your roommate crazy
Climbin' the roof date, you tired of all these outings
Got a couch at the new place just slide in your suitcase
Maybe we can order Chinese food and pop in a bootleg
Can I hit you with that, "What you doin'?" Text on a weekday?
Make up at Sephora after arguin' at Cheesecake
Highlight on your clean face, then freebase for teammates
And cracked a smile then passin' out and trippin' off the replays
She say, he say don't feed into them games
Ain't no freedom in a cage, we can wing it with seatin' scenery
Selfies you can send him when he ask you how your day went, ooh
You let this moment go to waste girl, I swear to God
So, babe, I see that you're lonely
We can leave any moment of time but it's all in your mind (and I)
Know that someone's at home but is he doin' you wrong?
I'll let you decide
Yeah, like that
One more time
Written by:
Cory Tramontelli, Enoch Armani Tolbert, Jackson Wesley Breit, John Paul Floyd, Nicholas Richard Poulios, William Asad Carney
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