BELLIES ON THE MEZZANINE Lyrics

It's like, baby, what you sayin' now

Baby, what you sayin' now

Are you conveyin' somethin

We don't always know the meaning till we go thru somethin'

Baby, what you sayin' now

Baby, what you sayin'

We conveyin' somethin

It's like, baby, what you saying? We conveying something

We don't always know the meaning till we go through something

We don't always know who real, head is spinnin' like some wheels

All you damn bitches doin' nun but chasing thrills

I still pop out like a highschool boy, I gotta chase these girls

Tossed them all like dirty laundry, fuck being in my feels

Except there's one I can't shake off like all the things I fear

I don't fear man or death or imprisonment, my fear is wasting time for real

I've been at it way too long, I'm slippin' spills

She want my money and my fame, but bitch, I

I gotta pay these bills, wind blowin' on my face

Seeing hers and I get chills

Baby, catch a vibe, why can't we just go and chill

I'll have you home in time, right before your mama dinner

I'll take you, get your nails done, and some lip filler, ooh

In the meantime, I'm just doin' circles on your block

Wasting hella time, just to feel a bit of love

You fuckin' up my mind, how you doin' that so young

Before I met you, Sloshie was a thug

Running round with Zaif, we was swipin' credit cards

Run a flex with Apple Pay, give no fuck bout what they say

Used to see you on the regular, that felt like it was yesterday, ooh

It's like hella months have passed now, I'm sippin' on Promethazine

I got you runnin' round my mind, oh, Smokin' bellies on the mezzanine

Got my heart chained up, life sentencing

She can't get enough of me, you ain't gon' get your bitch back

Designer drippin' all on me, I'm scandalous, it's mismatched

Italiano, they some goodfellas, we flip packs

T4's ain't see no cash, I stay evading tax

Baby, what you saying? We conveying something

We don't always know the meaning till we go through something

We don't always know who real, head is spinnin' like some wheels

All you damn bitches doin' nun but chasing thrills

I still pop out like a highschool boy, I gotta chase these girls

Tossed them all like dirty laundry, fuck being in my feels

Except there's one I can't shake off like all the things I fear

I don't fear man or death or imprisonment, my fear is wasting time for real

I've been at it way too long, I'm slippin' spills

She want my money and my fame, but bitch I,