Saint Calvin - About You

I don't really know what to do about you
All the texts sent and none went through
Got me thinking bout the shit that I slept through
All the shit that you said just ain't true
I don't really know what to do about you
All the texts sent and none went through
Shit was said and none was true
Ain't true no, ain't

Guess Im back on my ways
Bitches call me Nate
In the lamb and they talking bouta raise
We ain't worried bouta raise we just hit the club and raise
Its a club but we drinking ace of spade, Ace ah
She gotta cake but theres too much on my plate
All them hits and I just need a break
But trust me ill be back if you drop any shade
Ye Im Saint but Im known to hit and fade, ah
I don't wanna see you later
You no longer on my radar
Driving lambs and they breaking all the radars
This is life now I don't care how we was
And I want them extra zeros I don't care what the deal was
Meek that was cold but Im the real boss
Making hits on my own then I store in the steel box
Ye Im hiding all them apples like Im Steve Jobs
Making hits on my own then I store in the

I don't really know what to do about you
All the texts sent and none went through
Got me thinking bout the shit that I slept through
All the shit that you said just ain't true
I don't really know what to do about you
All the texts sent and none went through
Shit was said and none was true
Ain't true no, ain't

Guess Im back on my ways ah
Bitches call me Nate ah
Ive been quiet now I burst
Now Im only coming first
Cause mama always told me you should never play for third
If you cold like you say put your bag on it
If your girl what you say why her ass on it
She've been with me for a night now she brag on it
When I say it ye I mean it I don't back on it
All them bitches got me cursed
Got me thinking money first
Ye Im fucking bitches I don't do rehearse
I be riding all them beats ain't no airbag
My seat back, no air bag, bitches come and go like a set back
Ive been quiet for too long now I burst
I was racing all them guys then I swerved
Made my own lane where I only come in first
Now the bitches looking back they reverse

I don't really know what to do about you
All the texts sent and none went through
Got me thinking bout the shit that I slept through
All the shit that you said just ain't true
I don't really know what to do about you
All the texts sent and none went through
Shit was said and none was true
Ain't true no, ain't

Written by:
Fraser Williams, Saif Alshaer

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