Pangeaux - 2 My Face

All these lies that you saying to my face
Ain't got the time when I'm tryna win the race
You see me on now you tryna be the wave
You feel alone cuz they do not know your name, yeah
All these lies that you saying to my face
Ain't got the time when I'm tryna win the race
You see me on now you tryna be the wave
You feel alone cuz they do not know your name
I'm in my zone when I pull up inside the booth (Inside the booth)
Got my fingers ready if you tryna hear the truth (Hear the truth)
Pussy, money, weed, I need that Rari' that go vroom (That go vroom)
So I can't let these people try to come fuck up my mood, yeah (Fuck up my mood)
I'm in my zone when I pull up inside the booth (Inside the booth)
Got my fingers ready if you tryna hear the truth (Hear the truth)
Pussy, money, weed, I need that Rari' that go vroom (That go vroom)
So I can't let these people try to come fuck up my mood, yeah (Fuck up my mood)
You having mood swings, them mood swings
Runnin' like I'm Usain, fuck whatchu sayin'
Jordan with the flu game, bitch I'm too clean
Pull up in a new range with yo boo thang
Shows what it does
Fallin back in love when I come up out the mud yeah, yeah
You can't leave it all alone
When you scrolling through your phone
And you see me getting on yeah, yeah
All these lies that you saying to my face
Ain't got the time when I'm tryna win the race
You see me on now you tryna be the wave
You feel alone cuz they do not know your name, yeah
All these lies that you saying to my face
Ain't got the time when I'm tryna win the race
You see me on now you tryna be the wave
You feel alone cuz they do not know your name
I'm in my zone when I pull up inside the booth (Inside the booth)
Got my fingers ready if you tryna hear the truth (Hear the truth)
Pussy, money, weed, I need that Rari' that go vroom (That go vroom)
So I can't let these people try to come fuck up my mood, yeah (Fuck up my mood)
I'm in my zone when I pull up inside the booth (Inside the booth)
Got my fingers ready if you tryna hear the truth (Hear the truth)
Pussy, money, weed, I need that Rari' that go vroom (That go vroom)
So I can't let these people try to come fuck up my mood, yeah (Fuck up my mood)

Written by:
Zachary Pangallo

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