Baby2Tone - STILL AWAKE

Stick to myself cuz they ain't never care bout it
When it come to money i ain't bein fair bout it
I got benjis in my pocket people stop and stare round it
Yea
Cash on me don't go anywhere without it
Nah
Nah This ain't nothin light
Fell in love and paid the price
You took everything that I had and broke it in a night
Hit my phone up outta spite
Fuck catchin feels i'll catch a flight
Can't believe I used to look at you and call ya ass my wife
Ay
That shit a mistake
How you grow
How you learn to tell the real love from the fake
Takin bottles to the face but regardless still awake
Ay
Tryna keep composure now my heart is full of hate
Didn't use my mental guess I should've seen it comin
Rolly on my wrist i'm never goin back to bummin
All these women way to quick to go and jump into assumptions
More than a dream I promise you imma be something
Top down on the e-way press hate to see me stuntin
Left my keys in Calabasas I upgraded to a button
Been all across the map wan come back alla the sudden
Aye
She ain't use no hands she make it clap no percussion
Nah I ain't been trusting you
But I ain't stop lovin you
All my friends keep tellin me that so and so been fuckin you
I can't sent you the addy
Black on black on all my caddy's
Racks bussin' out the jeans why they always lookin baggy
Cameras click when i'm outside guess i been dressin' to flashy
If you wan call baby you ain't gotta ask me
I swear everything was cool like last week
Forget it imma chase the bag like a track meet
Out in Paris France
Hit Milan up for the pants
All the way in New York City I been runnin' up them bands
Slide Dubai for the season Valentinos not no vans
Tryna keep you in the picture guess it wasn't in the plans
Nah
Nah
Nah This ain't nothin light
Fell in love and paid the price
You took everything that I had and broke it in a night
Hit my phone up outta spite
Fuck catchin feels i'll catch a flight
Can't believe I used to look at you and call ya ass my wife
Ay
That shit a mistake
How you grow
How you learn to tell the real love from the fake
Takin bottles to the face but regardless still awake
Ay
Tryna keep composure now my heart is full of hate

Written by:
Spencer Harwood

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