River Road Remix

Lately I been shifty with ex bitches who been with me

Hit my line, like the pen with me

Better off alone let the text miss me

Airplane mode if we been kissing

I don’t need ruin the mood
We doing what we came here to do

I ain’t scared I don’t care that you came with a dude

You leaving with me, we left, I guess that it’s true

And I don’t do well dwelling in thought

I’d rather drown in the well of a thot

It feels good, give a hell if it’s not

A morning of strange better than a night going without

I’m a hypocrite, I gotta live with it

Giving out advice to anybody that ask

But can’t stick with it
That’s the fucking trick with it
You can be wise to these guys

You can still be slick with it
I ain’t got the answer

I am not the deacon or the pastor
Or the preacher or the teacher or the master

Take a long look at my life and my apartment

You’ll see that they both disasters

I con’t even fold the fucking clothes

Or do the dishes
Got a lot of pictures I gotta send
I can’t even bother to edit them
Let alone, turn the damn computer on to look at them



Come on, Come on, Come on
Come on



I just sit my ass on the couch
Binnge on Netflix in excessive amount
How many nights I’m afraid I can’t count

Tell me how many lies have I said now

Anytime I said, “I was busy”

Anytime I had a friend with me

Anytime I was working past 4:50

If I said I was tryna smash a bad bitch
…I was tryna smash a bad bitch

Nowadays that’s the average

Pussy and piano that’s the magic

The fantasy is rain made of wax drips

A little bit of anger when I grab hips

Feel the pain in the passion
I’m about to pressurize the cabin

I’m a need your jeans unfastened

I hope it goes better than the last one

The lowest that I’ll settle for
Is business class action

A little bit of turbulence
It never hurt a bit

She want it missionary
I ain’t ever heard of it

I wanna see what you teased

You was working with
It’s no time to be shy

I just want a taste of the peach pie

If you belong to the streets
I give you back

But you can validate me in the meantime

I with that I could rewind

To a time it felt okay to be fine
I didn’t try to be kind
I didn’t need to try
I would just be kind

I wish I didn’t feel the need to be lying

I wish that I could stop and smell the tree line

What’s that saying bout the destination

It’s the journey, I hope that I ain’t too late to realize

My age is in my forethought 

Another birthday closer to thirty

I thought I made a handshake with Time but he forgot

Did I utilize it all? Of course not

I switch visions, change shades and prescriptions

Twenty-Twenty is coming, I can’t miss it

It’s one of my last shots

The magazine seems lighter than I last thought

Bang, bang, I heard the Glock sing

Bang, bang, I heard the clock ring

Bang, bang, I heard the pots dropping

I was cooking up before I let something stop me



But this is our year

It’s our year