Got 2B ft. Reke Lyrics

Why can't I move on

Got me stuck onto you

Like the glue that you use

When you put them wigs on

Swear it's got to, got to,

Got to be toxic

Swear it's got to be glue

Swear it's got to be true

Cause the way that you move

Got me stuck over you

I'm sorry baby, can't lay you lace front here

Was willing to fly you out, but you flew frontier

You so independent

You can't be no Mrs.

Unless you hyphenate that name on credentials

Stay confidential

You so influential

Is it money, or power or fame that you into

What did think when you sent that

Ain't no way you really meant

Sometimes I just sit back

Contemplate all the lies and the slights that you threw my way

And try not to blow like the new Pompeii

Try to keep from erupting

Man, so you know what

That's the end of discussion

Why can't I move on

Got me stuck onto you

Like the glue that you use

When you put them wigs on

Swear it's got to, got to,

Got to be toxic

It's got to be toxic

Cause you switching topic

Every time a nigga try to let his feelings out

It switch to how you feel about that

You really got nigga going out sad

You should go a reflect upon self man

I really hope you going out

Bad bad bad

Bad bad bad

Bad

Now I would be lying if I said all that

Wanna touch on your body till you feel all wet

Touching and kissing

Shit not to mention

I slide after 3 yeah you know my intentions

Why can't I move on

Got me stuck onto you

Like the glue that you use

When you put them wigs on

Swear it's got to, got to

Got to be toxic

Why can't I move on

Got me stuck onto you

Like the glue that you use

When you put them wigs on

Swear it's got to, got to

Got to be toxic

Look Clap, Clap. Bravo

Get yo celebration on

Listen carefully cause ever bar is generational

You might have the talent

What you lacking is the patience though

Revenue replacing you

My love for you occasional

Tell me how we got here

Brain on one-thousand

What I'm saying is yo top tier

Sharing stories bout you being brave

What's yo top fear?

If I choose to tell you bout my life

Then I won't tell a lie

Had a couple nights it wasn't right

I'm blessed to be alive

Black on black crimes in these times

It's like genocide

We decide

Trading bullets

Either way a momma cry

Another son without a dad

Careful for they do you bad

Million dollar verses in my notes this ain't no pen and pad

Honestly it's sad I put me last

It was all for you

Standing on my principles, I think that's why I hate the school

Tried to silence those with bird's eye I had to share my view