Words
[Intro]
You gon feel, you gon feel this
You gon feel, you gon feel this
Yeah
I’m done talking with you
[Verse 1]
Fly city nights to city lights since flowing
You and me and the city streets just strolling
Talking shit bout’ your exes girl I don’t know them niggas
So I know they not important
I was on the posters, girl I’m getting closer
Soon as [?] you had every single soul girl
Young Skywalker and I’m not gon try and force it
But if your hearts available then girl I’m tryna own it
And I’ll never be perfect baby, I’ll admit it
We had to end shit to work out our friendship I’m happy that we did it
[Hook]
Really baby I ain’t tryna hit you up
I’m tryna put in the work
Just tell me what I deserve
Let me show you what you mean to me
And I ain’t tryna get you wet
I’m tryna get in the bed
Just tell me what I deserve
You know you mean more than just words to me
[Verse 2]
Every time I get up off the phone with witcha
I look in the mirror like “what’s wrong with witcha?”
Girl I’m tryna show you that I’ve grown and I know I did you wrong but I need some time alone witcha
Picked up a bottle of your Rosé
No waiting, let’s flee right to the old place
Between us I want no space
Kiss you on the forehead, I know you like the foreplay
Never go slow with it
If I hit it, that don’t mean I own it
I’m tryna hold it and girl I’m tryna prove there ain’t nothing these bitches know it’ll never get confusing
Cause
[Hook]
Really baby I ain’t tryna hit you up
I’m tryna put in the work
Just tell me what I deserve
Really baby I ain’t tryna get you wet
I’m tryna get in the bed
Just tell me what I deserve
You know you mean more than just words to me
[Verse 3]
Ok, ok, ok cool I think I get it
You looking at me different
Even though we used to kick it and you told me I was gifted
This was [?] shifted, like some pigeons we got lifted
And we told each other things I haven’t told nobody since then
And you talked about them other niggas, you’ll come around
And I talked about them other girls but you hold me down
Picture perfect girl I’m focused in
You told me hold a pen
I told you hold the horses, couldn’t get nothing in
And then you kept it moving like a U-Haul
So I put your name in every other juke box
I’m sorry that I did you wrong, all along
Should’ve gave you all of me instead I gave you all the songs
[Hook]
Really baby I ain’t tryna hit you up
I’m tryna put in the work
Just tell me what I deserve
(Let me) I ain’t tryna get you wet
I’m tryna get in the bed
Just tell me what I deserve
Oh yeah
You gon feel, you gon feel this