Two days, keep me straight
I pray you'll come running back to me
Stay that way, never change
I know I'll end up back in your arms
Stickin' to the mission
Bounce up out my business
Slidin' past my old friends, surprised they ain't even miss me, huh
Iffy bout these bitches, oh
Iffy on these niggas
New friends, every moment my life looking like Springer
Dancing with Selena
Whole lotta truth run out, whole lotta heaters
Too many pretenders walkin' round out here
Oh-woah
Oh-woah
Oh-woah
Two days, keep me straight
I pray you'll come running back to me
Stay that way, never change
I know I'll end up back in your arms
Two days, keep me straight
I pray you'll come running back to me
Stay that way, never change
I know I'll end up back in your arms
Back to your arms
(Back in your)
(Back-Back in your arms)
Ooh
(Back in your)
(Back-Back in your arms)
Two minutes, without me
For three days, it's no biggie
Four wheels, cold rims
Five bands, for the whole fam
Six weeks, out of town
Seven ways you can calm down
Eight, nine
Going MIA, 10 toes down
He ain't in the gettin' paid, knock the 84s
Scrapin' Currys, what I drive is absurd
See my cup got me slurred
Keep that fire on me, you know them young niggas purge
Tearin down his block with this chop', make it burn
Know I'm straight up out the Christ', but my bitch from the 'burbs
All these fiends I done served
Way I sip lean, fuck you mean I just slurred?
Lean
Would you run away if I go?
Tell me something that I don't know
Would you run away and cry?
Would you run away and fly?
Why you blushin'?
(Aw, you're blushing)
You blushin'
I look good too, bruh
