
TINKER Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
She felt
She felt bad today I be, while checking my phone
I'm smiling, I be smiling while checking my phone
She felt bad today, I be smiling while checking my phone
I want a bag today, ima leave I ain't coming back home
I'm on they ass today, niggas better jus leave me alone
I can't evaporate, I been working on staying in mode
She call me Tinker, wearing my hat in the field with some 1's on
I'm a great thinker, reason I don't ever link her
She be in the crib take dumb long I call her Fifa
She want a kick out of me, better ride like you Lance Armstrong
I wanna see it
She know my heart strong, won't let her thief it
She wanna talk more, I'm tryna beat it
She want the screaming, she say I never do nothing no offense, I'm playing defense
That shit deceiving, feel like I'm Zion when he in New Orleans, I'm never leaving
Girl should I call him? Nah just leave it
That's real nigga you know he ain't budging
That be her friend when she bringing up me, or bringing up us, we always the subject
She don't fuck with me no more and I love it
I don't string no one along cause I done it
Once I settle in, get myself settled in, we gon' speak about a budget
That's low shelf medicine, way too prevalent, ima kindly have to dub it
My garments delicate, this is super elegant, I might slap you if you touch it
Add up the rackies, ain't tryna be snappy, but I'm bout to bug out and just go public
Come find me
She on that timing
I'm on this timing
We informally know to be quiet
Know you still got my heart
I deleted ya number I'm tryna be quiet
I still got that list for you
You was my best friend, you know I got deep miss for you
I guess I'm supposed to act like I ain't missing you
Act like I ain't here for you
Hope you don't think I'm dissing you
She felt bad today, I be smiling while checking my phone
I want a bag today, ima leave I ain't coming back home
I'm on they ass today, niggas better jus leave me alone
I can't evaporate, I been working on staying in mode
She call me Tinker, wearing my hat in the field with some 1's on
I'm a great thinker, reason I don't ever link her
She be in the crib take dumb long I call her Fifa
She want a kick out of me, better ride like you Lance Armstrong
I wanna see it
She know my heart strong, won't let her thief it
She wanna talk more, I'm tryna beat it