They call me local daddy
Mr baddy
Kinda happy, kinda trippy
Mama cita you making me kinda shaky
Racking 20 million off a one night
Crusing all the way to the red light
Hop the night cruise to the end
This Stupid shit got me fucked up
I ain't even gonna pretend
What you want from me
Is everything you already messed up
Put the main dishes aside
I'm lovin the pain
I'm brushin the lie
Can't even decide
With you on my mind
The feeling's declined
But I just can't stop
Damn
Yeah, you got me
Yeah, you got me
Yeah, you got me
yeah, you got me fucked up
She be lookin fine as hell
I can tell
By the looks of her eyes
Compromise
She got them
Gucci flip flops
Nike on the top
Brown short hair and
Glasses yea she know whats up
Moving slowly in the fast lane
Ain't no gain just a migrane
Knowing this shit's gonna hurt me again
In the end gotta dance with the mind games
You gotta let me decide
Living with you or letting me die
Being with you, I ain't gonna survive
Got my heart shattered
Got my brain damaged