FLIGHTMODE

Dressing all black just like the mafia

She done with the gimmicks told me 'boy I had enough of ya'

Inner city steady moving fishy no Tilapia

Let me get my shit together while a **** put you on hold

On hold

From a city so cold

But you had to let go

I know

Baby I'm

Fucked up, sipping

Sitting lonely in the cut

I ain't counting all the cups

Off the shit I'm feeling stuck

Bitch look, don't touch

I been down on my luck

Hit the town leave a muck

Think I need the formula

I ain't

Been myself for a minute

I been looking for the **** that I was

Only shooting off the cuff

No this ain't no love

Bitch I met you in the club

I'll be with you for the night

Then I'm gone with dust

This a cold world

And it's only getting colder

Girl don't think about it cause' we only getting older

Only worry bout it in the morning when I'm sober

I'll admit I'll still think about you when it's over

Ima' still report for duty like I was a soldier

Let me know if any of these **** really know ya

Like I really know ya

Dressing all black just like the mafia

She done with the gimmicks told me 'boy I had enough of ya'

Inner city steady moving fishy no Tilapia

Let me get my shit together while a **** put you on hold

I'm somewhere on the road

And time been moving slow

She catching up to speed

And going with the flow

Two time right now

Need you right now

Twizzy right now

I'm on

Two or three right now

Let them lights down

Let them lights down

Let them down

I ain't tryna leave the function yet

Waiting on me that conundrum yeah

Tell me I've been lost, you hit it on the head

Only thing I see is souls floating everywhere

From a city full of lust

And where them hoes sitting on the bench by the bus

As well **** that gon' do you wrong just because

They ain't get no love from me if there ever was

Baby check the time, we ain't gotta fight or fuss

Say a **** stuck in traffic, way I'm in a rush

Trust me when I say all I'm missing is your touch

Now you're dressing all white like dove

So I

Dress in all black just like the mafia

She done with the gimmicks told me 'boy I had enough of ya'

Inner city steady moving fishy no Tilapia

Let me get my shit together while a **** put you on hold

I'm somewhere on the road

And time been moving slow

She catching up to speed

And going with the flow

Yo ace

I don't know if you've landed or not

But we got happs teed up

And I need you to get the fuck out of your feelings

And link us right now

As soon as you touch down

Pull up to China town gardens

Pronto, yallah