Foreplay (Explicit)

First they tell you that they love you

Then they ask where you coming from

Like you the only one feeling how you feeling

Then you lie just to make it sound appealing

To him and her and even the family

That you keep close just to blow the steam like Stanley

You the one that have to plunge in the back

Praying people in the front don't figure where you at

I get that used to pray for the feeling now I miss that

I was stuck for a while I'll admit it

The same damn thing did you feel it man I get it but

I'm past that now I sip this crown now I mix no sprite

Only sip brown when I'm cooling with my niggas

So b**ch go figure it's that kind of night alright

I love you the things that cross my mind

While I'm by myself

I hate you these things go through my mind

While I'm by myself

I f**k you these things run through my mind

While I'm by myself

Well f**k you it's always on my mind

Think I need some help

Maybe if I had some diamond rings and nicer things

And wider cream and smaller dreams the simple things

It would have brought money more quickly

Maybe they get the picture

But even then still snapping for my niggas

So I'm always on the phone tryna make sense of figures

Cause the ni**a that got that never been the one to spend it

You get it

Neither do I

The thought suicide for the money

We just call it being hungry nowadays

Every ni**a getting paid just a couple getting laid

If the chest fall right and the dick alright

Can I stay all night

I can lie pretty well

Cause you posting all of my songs

Knowing p**sy gonna sell

I love you the things that cross my mind

While I'm by myself

I hate you these things go through my mind

While I'm by myself

I f**k you these things run through my mind

While I'm by myself

Well f**k you it's always on my mind

Think I need some help

I'ma do what the f**k I wanna do

What

I said I'm tired of waiting for your a** I hate you

I'ma have me a man boo boo a man

Who wants to be with me and my baby and have a family

A real man though not a little boy

That wanna live at home with his mama

F**k you kiss my a**

Go on out in these streets and be a little trick

If you want to I should knock you the f**k out girl

You better not hit nobody if

I'll call your probation officer and they gon' put your black a** back in jail

Now kiss my a** ni**a

You better walk away I hate you

You so stupid

You hate me

Yeah that's right I hate you a** you make me sick

I love you

I love you