Fumble Lyrics

I used to get high off your body

I used to get high off your body

Now I'm getting high

Now I'm getting high

Now I'm getting high off the backwoods

King Phaze

She know I'm a G huh

Watch the way I pull the strings

I'm coaching the team

Making movies I'm a scene

I'm throwing them blue ones

You would think we in the sea

She gave it to me

Volunteer like Tennessee

Baby climb on top of me

I won't leave you like a tree

Put yo body on lean

I ain't talking codeine

I'll blow it all tonight

I'll throw it all tonight

You getting all the hype no

You getting all the pipe

Like how do you fumble a nigga like me

Ain't no telling where a nigga might be

Run up the commas that's all that I need

She running from you but she coming for me

Drip like a puddle I'm straight from the gutta

Coaching the plays but I'm still in the huddle

Bitch I'm the shit and I know that you know it

I gave you a chance and I'm watching you blow it

You blew it for real for real

You had the King of the Hill

Walk in with the Jack and Jill

Push the Jag like Jacksonville

That's not how you act for real

New like you in the package still

All your folk they from Chapel Hill

Your mama home worth a half a mil'

Like mixing green with the brown

Like how I'm up but I'm down

I was lost then now I'm found

Yeah I'm up like I'm off the ground

She got good brain like she college bound

I think about it when she not around

You talking bout I never take you out

Like I only wanna go to pound town

Like I only wanna go to my place

Sipping slow how that wine taste

Feeling like ain't no time to waste

Uber driver said he five away

Blow your back and your mind away

You was his but you mine today

She be like that's some real shit no comparison that's like night and day

Like who is you fooling

Like what are we doing

You rushing like your name was Putin, I mean

You force it like your name was Newton, I mean

There's levels I could never stoop to

We lost connection like Bluetooth

I'm probably not what your used to

No I ain't really with the foo foo

Like how do you fumble a nigga like me

Ain't no telling where a nigga might be

Run up the commas that's all that I need

She running from you but she coming for me

Drip like a puddle I'm straight from the gutta

Coaching the plays but I'm still in the huddle

Bitch I'm the shit and I know that you know it

I gave you a chance and I'm watching you blow it

You blew it for real for real

You had the King of the Hill

Walk in with the Jack and Jill

Push the Jag like Jacksonville

That's not how you act for real

New like you in the package still

All your folk they from Chapel Hill

Your mama home worth a half a mil'