Busy girls love being tied up
She said she ain't afraid of monsters
We just smoked the exotic and get X-Rated baby
Ok Ari, are we recording?
Are we gon sit here and stare at each other
Or get into something important
Are we gon fuck the whole summer away
I'll give you heat strokes in the foreign
Ari can play the Aretha and blow all our smoke to the Lordy
Ok hold on shorty
I been smoking purple like Ceely ain't shit on TV (fuck is you doin)
Damn I hate TV (fuck is you doin)
Come thru and see me
Bored like a ouija
I need your spirit
Hands on the wood til we near it
Its missing yo lake got me Erie
Early in the morning she drippinn she Keurig
I been drinking a lil bit
I been
Worried bout you
Damn what got you tweaking
Tell me the truth, tell me the truth
See baby
I just wanna know
I gotta know
Where you been
I've been smoking purple haze
Oh, to forget about you
I've been smoking purple haze
Oh, to forget about you
And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try
I try but I'm having the worst luck on Tinder
Oh, why'd you have to be a big pretender
I try, and I try, and I try, I try, I try
To give you something good
'Cause I know you would
Give it to me too
I've been smoking purple haze
Oh, to forget about you
I've been smoking purple haze
Oh, to forget about you
But you lie, and you lie, and you lie, and you lie
You lie
It's the 47th time that I changed my number
Should call you Mannie fresh cause you the number one stunna
You lie, and you lie, and you lie
You lie
I gave you something good
'Cause I know you would
Give it to me too
Don't date these niggas til you're 43
Oh, heartbreak gone creep on after me
I tried to cover up what I feel inside
You hurt me so deep make me wanna cry
You know, life is too short to be blockin' your blessings like that
To be blockin' potential blessings, like
Yeah, you may never get married again
You may never find the love of your life again
But, hey, that's life
And please don't be in a situation
Where that person's tearing
You down mentally, emotionally, physically, y-
We've heard it a million times
I think emotional abuse is way worse
Than physical, sometimes
'Cause that just fucks up your whole mind
You could develop whole disorders like that
Whole disorders
You guys tell me why this old nigga
From my past hit me up, talkin' bout somethin'
Is your name Courtney?
Did you go to Poplar Tree, in the first, second, and third grade?
And you had like a lightskin sister?
And you, um, you had a crush on me?
I was like, yeah, that sounds like me
But my thing is, like, nigga, like you feelin' yourself
You're feelin' yourself a little too hard, talkin bout you had a crush on me
Nigga, yes, at like, fucking seven
Relax, relax
