Bridge In London (feat. Sleepy Hallow)

Al Geno on the track

VVS diamonds on these guns and these mics

Not incarcerated, but I miss the bond that we had

Like a baseball coach, I be wantin' you home, aye

If you not in the pitcher, you at the wrong base

Standin' on this bridge in London, I jump right now if you want me to

And I can't

My double cup and bloody carrots

I'm on the last flight to Paris for your lovin', wit' no luggage

Aye, told that bitch I'm Crippin', ain't tryna see no red flags

Mama did it all like we had a dead dad

Say I'm garbage, when you see me, you'll be glad, yeah (Glad, yeah)

Keep that fake shit, that shit only make me mad, yeah (Mad, yeah)

Uh, voices in my head gon' say I'm buggin'

Got demons on my back, the only reason I be frontin'

Need some lovin', look, girl, I'm new to this, I thought you knew

She say I'm Ludacris, but cool as shit, I act a fool

She said, "If you tryna leave, then that's on you," uh

Just don't be out here frontin' like I wasn't stayin' true, tell the truth

It's a world full of people, I want you, uh

All these fishes in this sea, but only us inside this pool

I say we should stick together like we glue, uh (Like we glue)

I say I don't fuck with them, baby, I just fuck with you

I say right now, I'm just feelin' too confused, uh

I say right now, you should pull up on me

Get me out this mood (Get me out this mood)

VVS diamonds on these guns and these mics

Not incarcerated, but I miss the bond that we had

Like a baseball coach, I be wantin' you home, aye

If you not in the pitcher, you at the wrong base

Standin' on this bridge in London, I jump right now if you want me to

And I can't

My double cup and bloody carrots

I'm on the last flight to Paris for your lovin' wit' no luggage