Dear Laufey Lyrics

(Still you take up all my mind)

(I don't even think that you care like I do)

(I should stop, heaven knows I tried)

Damn, the intro remind me of Peter and MJ from that one scene

Tryna just get me a girl, check my phone ain't one seen

I took you right outta the world, because you ain't have just one dream

I gave you some diamonds and pearls, I told her that this ain't a cut scene

I try to not lie to you girl, but I can't trip on the hoes like I'm eem

I'm at the strip getting mad at my plug, cause I can't find the pills or the lean

And lately she jackin my music, treat like a Carti verse

I told em I'm good in a hoodie, told me to think I'm an artist first

Taking a pic with a fan, make me just feel like I'm worth it

Baby just come to the bed, show me why you want a Birkin

She want the bread like Asap, but she ain't RiRi working

She got the body and waist line, but she ain't RiRi twerking

Might grab the bitch by the waistline, but you ain't see me flirting

All in my phone like a FaceTime, but you don't see me lurking

Tryna stay close to my enemies, make sure they ain't search

My bro think he ain't gonna make it to God, I told em I'm making it certain

She wanna fuck on the floor like a party, baby the rugs these is Persian

She got the sex like the triple XXX, baby how is you learning

(Nah, nah fr)

(I'm sitting here asking her)

(She gone play my music and say)

Damn, the intro remind me of Peter and MJ from that one scene

Tryna just get me a girl, check my phone ain't one seen

I took you right outta the world, because you ain't have just one dream

I gave you some diamonds and pearls, I told her that this ain't a cut scene

I try to not lie to you girl, but I can't trip on the hoes like I'm eem

I'm at the strip getting mad at my plug, cause I can't find the pills or the lean

And lately she jackin my music, treat like a Carti verse

I told em I'm good in a hoodie, told me to think I'm an artist first

Taking a pic with a fan, make me just feel like I'm worth it

Baby just come to the bed, show me why you want a Birkin

She want the bread like Asap, but she ain't RiRi working

She got the body and waist line, but she ain't RiRi twerking

Might grab the bitch by the waistline, but you ain't see me flirting

All in my phone like a FaceTime, but you don't see me lurking

Tryna stay close to my enemies, make sure they ain't search

My bro think he ain't gonna make it to God, I told em I'm making it certain