God, Give Me One More Lyrics

I'm trying to get you off my mind, so I'm a workaholic

I'm the one who cleans the mess inside the field, you frolic

They can't push me down, they tried, but I've already fallen

We sliding down at 4am, who the hell you calling

I'm a night owl, I can't talk about the shit I saw

If I die, I'ma ask God to give me one more call

Then your phone ring, you already know I'm going off

Got some bad, bad habits I've been tryna break

I lost 40 pounds inside a year, could you lose all that weight?

It'll be 50 for the year is done, the gym be my escape

It might be 60 for the year is done, I gotta get this shape

I've been trying to be a poet for the longest time

Back in 2nd grade, I was in recess, I'm writing rhymes

7th grade, I'm making disses, making my old bitches cry

And the worst part about them disses is I never told a lie

I had to run it back since a little kid, I was big, I was front of the line, not the quarterback

I can't talk to bitches on Tinder, you on the B-team, and I can't get beside of that

Besides, I fucking need bitches they bi, on top of them two at a time

Nah, I'm just playing, that shit was a lie, but I'm really that guy

I don't eat bread, when I do its some rye

Gluten free, but I'm still gonna eat up both them buns, bitch

Thousand pounds of protein in my system

She ain't down to slide, she like older guys

Talking 49, she ain't gonna ride

Of course she rocks with you, y'all gotta bias

We gotta cut our ties, baby, you switchin' sides

With me, that's not gonna slide, with me, that's not alright

You're still in my mind, seen you a thousand times

Seen you a thousand lives, I'm tryna fucking die

So then I get that call, and then you get that ring

And it's all over now, and you can't hear a thing

So when it's beeping, baby, you best pick up for me

Got some bad, bad habits I've been tryna break

I lost 40 pounds inside a year, could you lose all that weight?

It'll be 50 for the year is done, the gym be my escape

It might be 60 for the year is done, I gotta get this shape

I've been trying to be a poet for the longest time

Back in 2nd grade, I was in recess, I'm writing rhymes

7th grade, I'm making disses, making my old bitches cry

And the worst part about them disses is I never told a lie