The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business Lil Kodak had to get it off the Land, talking Disney You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy Project baby, I remember eating

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

I'm like TT, just like TT 大人ぶってみたってダメね 今度こそ talk talk わたしから now 誓うけど 誓うだけで oh, no I love you so much 心の display いつも 泣いてる絵文字 あふれ出す love あふれて baby

You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me Don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me Tryna get up in my head, now that's a headache Ain't no need to talk Oh baby, don't hurt

Yes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you

'Cause our bombs dem metaphoric We talk di truth and mek di youths dem better for it 'Cause I'm a fighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah ay Pocket full a promises Baby empty bellies Poverty and

Maybe we'll fly the night away (I just wanna love you baby) Ain't nobody love you like I love you You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya (hey!) Late at night I talk to you If you smile then that should set the tone And if you let go the

And nobody's home How it was gonna be Guess we'll have to wait and see When you're talkin' to yourself You can fool yourself You came in this world alone So nobody ever told you baby So what'll happen to you baby

No no no no no Don't you leave my little life Talk to me baby Tell me what you're feeling You say you don't need to go Don't you pretend you didn't know How all of this would end up Girl, I saw it in your eyes And baby I can read your mind

(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk) The funk baby So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher