Lyrics
Hit me when you wake up
I'll reply to you
Selfie with no make up
Sellin' fax and oh you cute (oh you cute)
Your friends do not say much
It feels like ya'll ain't cool
If you can't change people around you
Then change people around you
Because they don't need your view
(They don't need your view)
Your feelings getting hang dried lately
Remind me of the rain drops, baby
Fallin' through the treetops crazy (crazy)
Kinda like a train stop, baby
And I'm not feeling any much lately
The friends behind your back all shady
Your feelings getting hang dried lately
Remind me of the rain drops, baby
Fallin' through the treetops crazy (crazy)
Kinda like a train stop, baby
And I'm not feeling any much lately
The friends behind your back all shady
'Cause when your solo, dolo
Through the town ain't no body else around
Roll Roll, yoyo
Just for the nostalgia, nobody around you
Yoyo, froyo
From mill while you got some time to kill
Flo Jo, melro
Got the will, you just really tryna live
I like reaching goals, I love pizza rolls
I hate sleazy hoes, I love sleep
She like takin' trips, she love chicken strips
Play holistic hits, bitch I'm sold
I like ass and tits, I hate gambling
Eggs I scramble 'em, then I eat
She love Walter White, here construction sites
Loves to spend the night, but she be cold
I feel you 'cause, inside me lies, empathy
I hardly sleep at night, my mind just goes a
Thousand miles per hour, after I cut off all my lights
I think about, blue corruption
New constructions, that gentrify my kind
And how I cannot, live with you all night
You tell me about, plans to take a shit, I might
It kills me that I have to see
Your feelings getting hang dried lately
Remind me of the rain drops baby
Fallin' through the treetops crazy (cray)
Kinda like a train stop baby
And I'm not feeling any much lately
The friends behind your back all shady
Your feelings getting hang dried lately
Remind me of the rain drops baby
Fallin' through the treetops crazy (cray)
Kinda like a train stop baby
And I'm not feeling any much lately
The friends behind your back all shady
'Cause when your solo, dolo
Through the town ain't no body else around
Roll Roll, yoyo
Just for the nostalgia, nobody around you
Yoyo, froyo
From mill while you got some time to kill
Flo Jo, melro
Got the will, you just really tryna live
Written by: Dawoyne Lawson, Jackman Thomas Horlow
