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Ya, 11:55 Think about hittin' those hitting your phone line I've been hella busy you just want them old times Back before all the studio sessions and show times Before it was lit, before everybody wanted a pic When I was taking all them shots and breaks I was very consistent, spoiled child, I see what I want and I get it From Vallejo to Oakland, on mission My old bitch in my sub-conscious, still trippin' Time and time again, you proved you something, she isn't Hold a nigga down, you the walking law of physics Little piece of heaven, little sweet candy kisses Tell me what you need, love You deserve anything you could think of I can't say I'll be flawless, but at least I know what my flaw is So, I just wanna open up more (I just wanna open up more) That's something I'm working on (That's something I'm working on) I don't wanna look back, and then look bad again (looked bad again) I've dealt with that hurt before (I've dealt with that hurt before) Why is this so new to me like, you're my first love Baby you are, and I just realized This is love with no disguise (this is) Butter brown kisses You're the only nigga on my wishlist Love the way you finish every sentence I've been out my mind now, I've been in my feelings I'm tryna relax with you I'm on the 5-80 heading back to you My bitches say I'm crazy, I've been acting different lately I had to tell'em hold up bitch, look I ain't asking you If you were mine, all of the time I'd be the love of your life forever When we wake up, and then we go grind, and than we come back And we shine together Tell me what it's gonna be? Tell me that you'll always gonna stay true And Imma be, Imma be your inner peace Really I could, really I could save you Yeah yeah But I need you to open up more (open up more) That's something I"m working on (That's something I"m working on) I just wanna open up more (I just wanna open up more) That's something I'm working on (That's something I'm working on) I don't wanna look back, and I looked bad again (looked back again) I've dealt with that hurt before There's nothing, no substance to it You know, we're missing value Everything that gots value got some kind of sunstance to it
Writer(s): Benjamin Falik, Faraji Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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