Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself You're pushing and pulling me down to you I'm saying something that I should have never thought But I don't know what I want No I don't know what I want Down to you But I don't know what I I'm saying

Come falling I turn you away I am the things that you fear My leap of faith without a sound Don't push my back against the wall When I feel it Withered away I see it Every day complacent Desecrates the fabric of lies

Jenny Lo' with the booty, sit that ass on me Girl, you look good, put that ass on me Push that thing on me Oh, push that thing on me Oh yeah, push that thing on me Yeah, go 'head with your cute ass Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass Let me make it

Will live for you before I die But if I can I swear that I Maybe I said the right things wrong But one last shot was too far gone Maybe I pushed you way too far To pull you back from where you are Find my way home I’m out here on my own I’m giving it a

Turning me on, turning me on She's turning me on, turning me on Pushing my buttons like it ain't no thing If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants The neon's buzzing when she pulls that string Turning me on like it's her job Sometimes I think she

Wine fa me, darlin' Hold tight when you tiptoe Way you move ya spine is alarmin' Can't take it off my brain Left cheek, right cheek Shake something when you tiptoe Don't brace when you push that back Left, right, do it just like that Bring that body my

Fuck it all! fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me! I am the push that makes you move Over and over and under my skin Fuck you all! Running out of ways to run

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright No I don't want to mess this thing up I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life So baby I'm

Cartier diamonds, my mascot Tell your main nigga he your ex now Finna push up, bring your ass out Where you come from? Where you from now? I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah After this, right back to him, like an

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from