Yung Bleu - Her Fears

Baby, please, I'm so sorry
I just get so crazy when it comes to you
You gotta understand, this is–
This is all new to me
But I'm crazy about you

She admit that she got issues (Issues)
Issue with trust (Issue with trust)
Issues with lust (Uh)
If I admit that I got issues (Oh no)
Issue with loving you issue with fucking you
Issues, baby

I can't indulge in this shit
You fucked another nigga
You can't love me a bit
That pussy ain't hittin' on none
These niggas ain't hittin' on none
Tell me the truth
Why the fuck is you mumblin'?
I think you lyin' to me tell me the truth
Why the fuck is you stutterin'?
Bleu, III, save it thought you was the one
This ain't The Matrix

She admit that she got issues issues, issues
Issue with trust (Issue with trust)
Issues with lust (Issue with lustin')
If I admit that I got issues (I admit it)
Issue with loving you issue with fucking you
Issues, baby (Issues)

Uh, uh, I got issues (I got issues)
She got dick and tissue (She got tissues)
We used to kick it like Jiu Jit'su way
But now I miss you
It don't feel the same no more
Not when I'm fuckin' you
Not when I'm lovin' you i'ma be honest
I can't get hard or nothin'
(Can't get hard)
Already had all the receipts, so girl
You lyin' for nothin' (You lyin')
Just cryin' for nothin' and I
Can't stand that shit
I ain't save no money on you
Just spend that shit
Louis V, Chanel, Moncler
It's love in the air
I don't wish you happiness
I hope you have a fucked up time
Fuck you and him ah, let's get it
Bleu Vandross, yeah

She admit that she got issues issues, issues
Issue with trust (Issue with trust)
Issues with lust (Issue with lustin')
If I admit that I got issues (I admit it)
Issue with loving you issue with fucking you
Issues, baby (Vandross, Vandross)

Sorry, that jit ain't mine
We need to go to Maury
I seen that bitch just jump straight out the
Car so fast I forgot to park it
She mad at me, so I'ma go fuck the baddest
Bitch at this lil' party
Probably sit and rub all over her, I
Get too freaky when I'm drunk, i'm sorry
I ain't lyin'
That bitch wasn't too bad in the face
But shit she had a lil' body
Say she no freak, but she a freak to me
I turned her to a lil' thottie
Had to take an Advil, my head be
Hurting when I be on Hpnotiq, yeah

She admit that she got issues issues, issues
Issue with trust (Issue with trust)
Issues with love (Issue with lustin')
If I admit that I got issues (I admit it)
Issue with loving you issue with fucking you
Issues, baby oh, no

Written by:
JEREMY BIDDLE, NATHAN WILLIAM RHOADS

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