(Maykas)
(Run that back, Turbo)
I can't get smoked, I'm next to blow
Moncler on my shoulders, just 'cause the came cold
Black matte coupe on a Sunday (Coupe on a Sunday)
'Bout to rip the streets like a runway
Oh, I just don't know, uh, I just don't know
Tryna figure how to tell you
That I ain't comin' home
Oh, I just don't know, uh, I just don't know
I don't know, tryna figure how to tell you
I ain't comin' home
There's nothing I'd rather do (Nothing I'd rather do)
Then pull up and show you the real
If that's how I feel
But you ain't the only one
Who wanna know someone
When I can't trust no one
You got to show me some
Eye to eye, keep my view
When they out, woman, like you do
You be out here actin' brand new
Workin' on somethin', baby, I can't get none of that
Know I stand on my own two
I ain't never fronted on you
I been waitin' on my cue
Yeah, I stay down, but you think I ain't wonderin'?
Oh, I just don't know, uh, I just don't know
Tryna figure how to tell you
That I ain't comin' home
Oh, I just don't know, uh, I just don't know
I don't know, tryna figure how to tell you
That I ain't comin' home
There's nothing I'd rather do (There's nothing I'd rather do)
Then pull up and show you the real
If that's how I feel
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