Vicite - What's in Vicites head

(Tears of Joy)
I can't recite the words you said
Despite me leaving you on read
They're like, "what's in Vicite's head"
I don't know what Vicite meant
Even though I give you excitement
This pretty bitch so trifling
I gave you the world, but I wanna back
Damn right, never had nothing like this
Speaking my mind was the right fix
We never had the right click
Talking 'bout the time, put the chrome to your dome
But your heart was not up in your head
I don't even care if you want me dead
Found your way up in my dreams
Now I'm tossing and turning up in my bed
I'm tryna go get high instead
Of talking to people, don't care about meh
Not answering the phone, where are yeah
Just fucking walking, don't mind my french
Sometimes gotta let myself go
Gotta get my ass back on the road
No cops on my ass in the night though
Damn near one-twenty just to get home
You think it's funny, me tryna get in my mode
Finna throw a fit, my eyes closed
Can't cop no stick, finna smoke these foes , woah
Ya'll finna shit when I drop this hoe
Finna rock the Ksubi, but not the jeans though
Needa stop spending money on all this clothes
Still tryna count these fucking C-notes
I can't recite the words you said
Despite me leaving you on read
They're like, "what's in Vicite's head"
I don't know what Vicite meant
Even though I give you excitement
This pretty bitch so trifling
Speaking my mind was the right fix
We never had the right click
But your heart was not up in your head
Even though I give you excitement
This pretty bitch so trifling
Speaking my mind was the right fix
We never had the right click
But your heart was not up in your head
(Tears of Joy)

Written by:
Diego Molina

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