Sleepy Hallow and TaTa - For You

(Great John on the beat by the way)
Shot, everything dead
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots to the

I called up my brother and he wouldn't ride it
I found out he told and that shit broke my heart
Anxiety running through my fucking veins
I'm thinkin' bout this shit, I feel pain in my heart
And I been going through it with my BM
I can't let her go, she was there from the start
And lately we've been breaking apart
They said I lost my glow, I'm tryna find my spark (grrah)

I tell bitches I love 'em, I just wanna fuck
I keep a smile but I'm hurting inside
And they say they love me, I don't give a fuck
My baby a star so she got me struck
Know them niggas talking on me better duck
Like four-deep, four guns and a truck
I stay away, I be falling in love
But I'd rather her loyalty over her love
Like she a baddie, she look good in morning
And when I fuck up I never say I'm sorry
Like we go together cause' we both sluts
And if she call my phone I be there in a heartbeat
And she know I'm a demon but for her I'm soft
Like off the perky, on her I be sauced
She tell me she love me, bitch, I love you more
I know niggas envy, had to cut 'em off, bitch (bitch)

No, I don't like to party
Keep a choppa even though I'm a artist
Gotta watch who you know, I'm a target
They like, "How he gon' shine through the darkness?" Like
Uh, look what we started
R.i.p to love cause' that shit went departed
Tryna hold you like I hold my 40
But I'm watching your shit through a story
It get cold like it's snowing and shit
Keep a knocker, I'm throwing that shit
Said she say she love me, I'm already knowin' that shit
And I love her just hard for me showin' that shit
Had to stop with the lean, I was pourin'
When I'm sober this shit get boring
Hopped in the Lamb, hit gas, shit roarin'
On call, got lil' bro scorin', like
I want your love I just don't want the problems
Would you love me if I ain't have nothing?
He just a steppa, you know I be stompin'
I'm on go, you should tell me to stop it
I know it's makin' you sick but I'm sicker
I know you could get slick but I'm slicker
Baby, I'm not just a, uh, hol' on
Baby, I'm not just a regular nigga

I called up my brother and he wouldn't ride it
I found out he told and that shit broke my heart
Anxiety running through my fucking veins
I'm thinkin' bout this shit, I feel pain in my heart
And I been going through it with my BM
I can't let her go, she was there from the start
And lately we've been breaking apart
They said I lost my glow, I'm tryna find my spark

Written by:
Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers, Zaire Rivera

Publisher:
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