Текст песни Vices, Pt. 2 - Trayce Chapman

Seen that phone call from that one nigga you swear that you was so through
But he had good sex and plus good times come way less often she knew
That if that one call could spark conversation maybe she could poison him to?
Knew she had venom in her when I get up in it and the room seducing me to
Knew she had different feeling when I slid up in it and the vices fucked with me to
Knew that she stayed down a little too long and now the weather changing her mood
Know that she heart broke and her vices spill and they raining down on my roof
Said you like the view I got in this place? Shit I did all of that from this booth
I probably get on her nerves with all these vices that I pack and
Baggage still baggage even with designer bags and
Vices still Vices shorty I've been on a strag
Play with poison get a rash know that love burn bad
I dont got hope in love no more
Wanna go hard like fuck these hoes
I fuck up and you fuck up and then we fuck and then we smoke
And then you call and then I answer, you telling me how this could be us
But im distracted stupid stuff we fuck then roll them doobies up
That fire dont burn the same and I aint saying you to blame
I just think we was too young maybe we should try again?
Now we in the sky again
See us gettin high again and every time you reminisce I got you getting by again

Why you so good at hiding all of your flaws?
Vices and habits how did I get involved?
Secret agendas when you stating your cause
Calling cussing niggas out and now the writing on the walls

Vices

Shit when that sunset and my fangs glow you lose every moral you had
Know that I risk take for that bankroll, I got everything that he lack
But I aint got time for you I drink alot and put nothing over that bag
Say that you like me but I'm fast paced but I always cover my tracks
2am when I slide, send that text I'm outside
But I'm not just anybody, so I cant just knock
Gotta keep that fire
Gotta watch these guys
I done did my dirt thats for sure but not me this time
I dont know your vices that well but I know your pussy though
Saturday through Sunday and Monday thats what I'm looking for
Told me that nigga not your nigga he's your friend
But everytime I hit this note you come again
Her body start reacting put this IZM on your slim
I promise I aint gon judge but shorty whats your favorite sin?
Shit I could probably guess if your medusa by the end
To tell the truth if I was phsycic probably end up here again
I probably get on her nerves with all these vices from within
I run it up on my own I give her dick then dissapear

Why you so good at hiding all of your flaws?
Vices and habits how did I get involved?
Secret agendas when you stating your cause
Calling cussing niggas out and now the writing on the walls