Thekidauto Dear u, lyrics
Dear u,
Thekidauto
GENRE
Wish I meant more to you, You prolly more than thru with a nigga
So why it feel foreign too?
Hit your line When the drinks start pouring thru
I feel fine, til the time hits morning
You, gotta stop saying shit you don't mean. Put your pride down baby focus on me. I ain’t that nigga, never played that team
All I ever wanted was the matching Rollie’s
I ain’t never been a codeine sipper or a cocaine sniffer
Only thing to pop was all in my city
I was getting down with a couple flings back from the town
Till the sound. Made the pussy cum plenty
Know you love to start shit, Fucking with the art shit
Mess around and touch me a mutha fucking milli
Know as soon as March hit
Pulling out the park with, something with a couplе doors
Sitting so silly. Love the way you look in them Fashionova jеans
You don’t wanna talk, what the fuck that’s suppose to mean?
She'll get soft when you call and under me I’ll take a loss
Give it all, I’m one to be, A lil pessimistic
Locked down 3am, chilling man I miss when
Coffee in the morning get it going, and the distance
Never was problem, if I’m honest, I be tripping
Long flights home, goodbyes, and yours kisses
So why it feel foreign too?
Hit your line When the drinks start pouring thru
I feel fine, til the time hits morning
You, gotta stop saying shit you don't mean. Put your pride down baby focus on me. I ain’t that nigga, never played that team
All I ever wanted was the matching Rollie’s
I ain’t never been a codeine sipper or a cocaine sniffer
Only thing to pop was all in my city
I was getting down with a couple flings back from the town
Till the sound. Made the pussy cum plenty
Know you love to start shit, Fucking with the art shit
Mess around and touch me a mutha fucking milli
Know as soon as March hit
Pulling out the park with, something with a couplе doors
Sitting so silly. Love the way you look in them Fashionova jеans
You don’t wanna talk, what the fuck that’s suppose to mean?
She'll get soft when you call and under me I’ll take a loss
Give it all, I’m one to be, A lil pessimistic
Locked down 3am, chilling man I miss when
Coffee in the morning get it going, and the distance
Never was problem, if I’m honest, I be tripping
Long flights home, goodbyes, and yours kisses
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