Hey Sam
What’s up You drink?
Still do Do drugs?
Yeah clearly
That’s dope
Not really; at least these women still love me Well that’s easy
Shit I’ve been travellin around the country
I feel it You prioritise cuddles and after dinner sex
I’m just trying to make sure
My city shines on the internet
You’re 22, you crazy as shit
And love to fight
I’m 24 and lived a drugged out life
You’re netflix and chill
I’m more like fuck first and back to work
But what’s worse?
What
Oh nothing
Yeah I saw that one coming
Eehehenehnehne, that’s what you sound like honey
But really
I try to be good
Try to be on my stuff
You try
I try to love you
You don’t try hard enough, I guess
Listen to me
I’m a mystery open my hand
Wrong hand
Wrong woman
Wrong man
Can’t always be there for you baby
I’m here for the night
I just wanna dress you up and go show the world
Change your life tonight
I know this love ain’t what you’re used to But this time around put trust in me Hey Dave
What’s happenin'
Whatcha' doing
I’m rapping
You still drink?
No doubt
You comin' through?
I’m stranded I’m po-po-po-pouring this 40
I wanna rock with you shorty but I’m recording
Yeah I took a walk under pretty pines with a pretty bitch
Not gonn' lie I want kitty cat not this silly shit
You murder me while I’m killing time with a cigarette
We on a plane for the same, you just ain’t ready yet
No one in my bedroom
Phone calls in the morning
When do I not deliver?
Breakfast then back to boning
Text me to make me want it Then tell me I’m not the one but
You let me have it my way
That’s the only reason' I’m chosen yeah
You on my line all the time and shit
Running through all these texts and
Don’t be finding shit
Pressing all of my hoes like it’s a crime and shit
Flexing that pussy boy
He don’t write like this
Can’t always be there for you baby
But I’m here for the night
I just wanna dress you up and go show the world
Change your life tonight
I know this love ain’t what you’re used to But this time around put trust in me Hey Sam
Still here
You still drinking?
Cheers
You never listen
I know
I’ll pay attention I swear
Tell me something baby
Shit yeah, whatchu' wanna hear?
I’m about to give up on you
That’s probably a good idea
I got a lot of heart
I know I’m not around
Talking down to me Sammy’s always in doggy houses
I got some hobbies you want me to try and stop now
I wanna make a promise, it’s honesty not Lachow
I could shoot the sun and bring the frigid rain with it
I’ll be the tornado at your picnic
I’ll try to be good, I’ll try to come back to ya Will you try
You know I love ya Well you don’t know how to show it to me
I don’t know we still up fighting girl it’s awfully late
I hardly ever read your writing cause it’s not that great
There’s about like 30 girls will probably think this song’s about 'em,
and that’s another reason you’re copping this album