Wynwood

How can I make you happy?
95 South ain't got no good memories
It's a horror story, no happy ending
That double R ghost my reflection
I'ma haunt you until you forgive me
Hey, I get tired of loving on you for an hour
Just to have to drive back 40 minutes
Bitch, I hit the bed, get in a jet

But you draining me with all these questions
Now I ain't coming to Wynwood to see you
You get drunk in that damn near evil
Wanna talk it out for wrong reasons
I'm mad I even made you feel like I need you
Bitch, my little red out in Port Antigua

Block me on WhatsApp cause I don't see it
I'm here with you, find all of your demons
If I told Michelle, she'd probably leave me
I know that ain't right, tryna work out a problem
Know that ain't fair until they cuff lil' mama
I know that ain't right, fucked up by the dime
You're right

Boy and man, homegirls in your head all the time
They tryna judge me like I don't treat you right
This ain't death row, you can go all out
For real, babe, you know I've been
For real, baby, you knew I been thuggin' since a baby
Nigga, bitches want to talk it out

Facts, baby, you was born in the 80s
How the fuck you ain't grow up by now?
Bitch, you sound the man of your dreams
Bitch, you better wake up now
That shit was my therapy
But you ain't got patience to wait for me
So who the fuck I finna talk to now?

Ask me, I'm the closest thing to Clark Kent
I'm the closest thing
And Bruce Wayne, mixed with Harvey Dent
Two of the faces I put on my wrist
The third one I had gay to your bitch
How the fuck I'm in L.A. getting cat scans
And your dog ass texting about wristbands

I hide by myself, way in Cover City
And you wasn't with me, just being petty
For real
Nigga, nigga, hey, that's fucking good, nigga
Lil' mama, love of the death always in your corner
For real though, bitches will fuck your whole shit up

You can't live without it, I can't live with it, nigga
All this shit feel like a setup, nigga
Thought I told you, now I ain't coming
To Wynwood to see you
You get drunk in that damn there evil
Wanna talk it out for wrong reasons
I'm mad I even made you feel like I need you

Bitch, my lil' red out in Puerto Antigua
Block me on WhatsApp cause I don't see it
I'm here with you, find all of your demons
If I told Michelle, she'd probably leave me
Pfft, mud man, hoe girls in your head all the time
They tryna judge me like I don't treat you right
This ain't death row, you can go all light