Texture. ft. Classified Lyrics

Ye

Yeah

This is ma double shot rum issa straight no ice thing

In this cold world corner of my eye I seen a corner store

Baby shaving coca she could've been copping Jordan 4s

I been in the forest trecking cross these many paths I chose

It be constantly reminding me about my awful choices

Maybe one day she could look past these Rollin Royces

Hit it 2 times, now she sicka hearing engine noises

I been in a 4 seat, 4 peat

No controlling me

Playing games on her like pass me the controller G

Na she got me missing class

Got me dodging Lectures

Steady buying clothes for her coz she love the texture

I texted her, baby messy and I couldn't mess with her

Calling me at 5 in the morning I'm standing next to her

Catch me pacing back and forth, miscomplacent thoughts

Driving in my black accord, speeding on the 304

Way we argue on the phone I couldn't promise coming home

Thinking bout how you ain't learn shit from all these moments

Steady sending calls to voice mail I'm in my zone

Couldn't stand nun had to leave this bitch alone

Shouldn't be in the car while I'm offa this much Patron

But this Classified shit I shouldn't be telling on my own

Na she got me missing class

Got me dodging Lectures

Steady buying clothes for her coz she love the texture

Na she got me missing class

Got me dodging Lectures

Steady buying clothes for her coz she love the texture

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