B4CK RO4D Lyrics

Running out of time-t time-t (Time)

Stunning shawty fine she Temping

(She's mine)

Tell her that it's mine she melting (oh)

We be out to dine but sexing (oh)

In the car or the bathroom

Wherever, whenever with passion

I could bet that she be willing for some action

Passive Fashion, Break your bitch a fraction

Massive cash in, Go ahead trash it

That's asstastic, Lil bitch tragic

Laughs from sassy, Bags not plastic

She's not original (This shit Old)

Sometimes she's sick sometimes she's cold

Sometimes she miss me or my soul

This not sustainable

This I know for sure

Them tints, is always froze

Like bitch what's wrong with you

Admit it, backroads with you

I split it

Had to start lashing out

Had to start acting out

Shawty start spazing out

She be irrational

Shawty be upset I don't get it

I be wit it 'till she falling for my set

Bitches wicked, I just let it be

The point of all this shit is that I'm gifted

I be getting to the money, to the Mula, to them digits

I'm beginning to see all the problems that be coming with it

I be comming wit it

I be praying but not really cuz I don't deserve my spirit

I ain't earn shit, this not my fault

How could this be?

My face in palms

So I respond by facing palms

How I move on from all these scars?

Oh, my lonely broken heart

I'm so sorry, my love

Fucked the party, right up

I get caught up, in lust and Lux and bottles dried up dried up

This I know for sure

Them tints, is always froze

Like bitch what's wrong with you

Admit it, backroads with you

I split it

Had to start lashing out

Had to start acting out

Shawty start spazing out

She be irrational