GeeTay - Perfect Timing paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Perfect Timing - GeeTay




I try to scoot my feelings over to the side, All this fake love, who really ridin
All these folks claimin' that they solid
I was hitting lil' baby back then, I had a girl, made her get violent
I ain't hangin' around these boys, they way too weird they make me vomit
Part of me dead I'm still surviving
Know when I pop it's gon' be way more perfect timing
Want me and her to see Hawaii
Mama still stressin' bout the bills, want her to stop it, shit I'm tryin'
Know she worried bout her son, they'll leave you stanking, they so slimy
I told her I'm my father but I'm you so I'm a problem
Like Tariq I got some power with my white boy he just like Tommy
Had to man up, pull that chin up, kill the boy that was inside me
Hard to stay up out the way I'm way too big for these confinements
Know Jack boys and know some robbers need you gone and they'll come find you
Say lil' bae ain't want me then but she a ten so I'm still slidin'
Tryna keep the peace, same time be industry, I'm indecisive
I'm comin' for that seat Boy I'm a king, I'm just like Bron
Do I press play or hit rewind
I hope my old bitch nem be cryin'
Just gave up on a nigga when I was just gettin on my grind
I Had to block her time and time
She hit me three, four different lines
Boy I keep it p, I don't know nun bout that bitch I hit, I'm lyin'
I'm hurt like deep inside
I'm just tryna get me right but these hoes keep callin' me fine
Put her to sleep, ain't say goodnight
I'm a beast at what I do Whatever I do, I do it right
I cut em off, ain't need no knife, Baby still fightin' for his life
Part of me dead I'm still surviving
Know when I pop it's gon' be way more perfect timing
Want me and her to see Hawaii
Mama still stressin' bout the bills, want her to stop it, shit I'm tryin'
Know she worried bout her son, They'll leave you stanking, they so slimy
I told her I'm my father but I'm you so I'm a problem
Like Tariq I got some power with my white boy he just like Tommy
Had to man up, pull that chin up, Kill the boy that was inside me
Hard to stay up out the way I'm way too big for these confinements



Writer(s): Geontay Davis



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