PRONTO2RARE - SUNDOWN / PITSTOP

Pronto, pronto, pronto, pronto
Sun goes down, she hits me up
Like what you doing, come pick me up
And she just sent me her location
She say she down, she know what's up
Grab my keys, I'm on my way
Headed right to where you stay
Ain't got no time to make no pit stops
Cause I'm on go like it's a race
I tried to tell you that this shit was cordial let's try not to get in our feelings
I remember days when I used come over and we would blow smoke at the ceiling
Now I ain't seen you in a minute
It's starting to feel like you keeping your distance
And no I ain't tripping
The feelings just different cause deep down I know that you miss it
You know I miss it too
Tell me what I'm to do when I'm here and you not around
I know you got you a boo
That's alright, it's all cool, you reach out when he not in town
Hit my phone you know I'll be down
Keep it quiet girl not a sound
Kiss and telling is not my style
Aint no way they gone figure this out
Shawty say she ain't into the sneaking
But she ask for the d every weekend
Say you love me when I put it deep in
You don't love him then why not just leave then
Know he salty I got niggas seasoned
I'm LeBron and my city like Cleveland
Ima king, I got rings, my phone ringing
She hit my line the same time every evening
Sun goes down, she hits me up
Like wyd, come pick me up
And she just sent me her location
She say she down, she know what's up
Grab my keys, I'm on my way
Headed right to where you stay
Ain't got no time to make no pit stops
Cause I'm on go like it's a race
Phone ringing
Hotline bling
Side guy not my thing
Unless the side guy is who you call
When done and tired of it all
Pulled up I'm right outside your crib
Late night won't you let me in
Door opens you got on a grin
And nothing else
Now let the games begin
Know you got a man but you pretend
When you with me the niggas non-existent
Know he broke his pockets need some fixing
Can't afford the life you trying to live and
Know the vibe with me is kind of different
When you out with him it's not the same
Hanging out with him all through the day
At night you disappear like David Blane
That ain't right but who am I to blame
Same time a nigga doing wrong
Late night I know I'm on your brain
So when you call I picking up the phone
Drop the pin
I'm coming to your home
Off the drank
You know I'm in my zone
Smokin dank
You know what's In the cone
Like Marvin Gaye said
Girl let's get it on
Macaulay Culkin you stay Home Alone
The chilled wine is just to set the tone
When he call you let him hear the tone
Cause he don't ever hit it how you want
He say he can hit it but he don't
When he talking all you hear is lies
In one ear and out the other side
Like I knew girl I am not surprised

Written by:
Shan Shaw II

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