Key West ft. Izze Lyrics

Baby I don't wanna leave

Twisted words and twisted teas Please give me a reason to believe

Baby, I don't wanna leave I've been staying on my grind

Trying to be a better person Get back up on my shit

I gotta be a better version of me

Yeah, I'm just trying to reach my full potential

Before we fade to dust I heard y'all new shit

It ain't special y'all should hang it up

Embarrassing

We out in public and you make a fuss

About the same old stuff

And then later fuck

Comparisons, will have you thinking that you ain't enough

In competition with myself and that boy great as fuck

Writing raps up in the back when I would take the bus

Been through a lot of pain but that shit made me tough

Yeah, I'm always ready, I'm out to get it

I'm bout my fetty

A lot to say but the quiet type in a social setting

Busy days and schedules, forgot my homie's wedding

He said he wasn't even tripping cause he knows where I'm heading

A lot of shit to mention but I keep on forgetting

If I don't like you, ain't acting friendly, there's no pretending

Third time I hit the blue arrow but that shit isn't sending

How could you think that I'd do you wrong girl that shit's offending

Dreams to reality, pray that this shit is never ending

Remember living on Britain and trapping heavy

To barely make enough money to pay for what we was renting

I'm sorry shit, I'm just venting

I'm in the booth reminiscing, yeah

Twisted words, my vision's blurred, you missed my intention

And sometimes when nothing's wrong, I still feel the tension

This music got me so busy, I know you need attention

I know you fiend for affection, it's time for intervention

My favorite tracks when I just speak and I let off a verse

Get 20 texts before I even get my coffee first

And I just want the respect, lately I just seem stressed

Backwoods out in Key West beach sex with my main thing

She just wanna fuck right now, I want the same thing

I just wanna blow up big and bring my same team

Y'all imitate what's been done, intimidated by none

Been generating my funds for generations to come

It's 97 to now, swear all these rappers my sons

I been creating my sound, I blow it bag to my lungs, you dig

Twisted words and twisted teas

Please give me a reason to believe, baby, I don't wanna leave

I've been staying on my grind, trying to be a better person

Get back up on my shit, I gotta be a better version of me