FEAROFSELF ft. Overpade Lyrics

Maybe I think too much

I don't need no damn love

I just need myself in my head but I'm fucked up

Got corrupt by your touch

I can't hold myself up

In too deep I'm in love

Don't want me I want her baby

Follow you home (uh)

Pick up your phone

No one knows

All on my lone

In too deep make me whole

Fake friends around me

Feel like I'm drowning

So much cap astounding

My head is pounding

This is a situation you know the gravity (uh)

We making love but you mad at me (hey)

She knows I beat it down like some battery

I gotta feel your love through anatomy baby

We catch up and now she claim that she hate me

Smoke a blunt and now you want my baby

Same girl that tried to play me

Wanna hate but I love you baby

And I can't say too much but

Fill up my cup and I'll get to talking

Like I just said too much (uhm)

Can we slow it down and take it back

Cause I just miss the rush (hey)

Maybe I wish too much

Corrupted by your touch

Nah I think I drank too much (yuh)

Maybe I think too much

I don't need no damn love

I just need myself in my head but I'm fucked up

Got corrupt by your touch

I can't hold myself up

In too deep I'm in love

Don't want me I want her baby

Follow you home (uh)

Pick up your phone

No one knows

All on my lone

In too deep make me whole

Fake friends around me

Feel like I'm drowning

So much cap astounding

My head is pounding

I stopped worrying bout bitches when I found I was cute

I'm always eating so when shit is in my bank account

It's blue

Spent it all in like a day

Cause i know I'll get it new

Imma stay overpade it's in my name

Who is you? okay

I feel like the chosen one

Can't be two of us there can only one

Speaking out yo ass

Baby don't speak out yo chest i might put a hole in one

Swear to me I'm the holy one

Triple seven in my fucking name got a holy blunt

I'm a motha fucking angel

How you gon' tell me I'm not

You act like you knowing one

Little bruh you is o and one

Better pick yourself up and stop picking up only ones

That you throwing out at the club

While I stay in my crib and I'm making it going up

No No I don't mind showing love

I don't wait for responses I don't got time for that

Only chasing cash

Gotta rhyme for that

In February said I'll be a household name

Yeah

Yeah that throne is still mine to claim

Yeah Yeah

Imma still work on my aim

Yeah But shooters they gon' shoot any way

Hey and I'll do it any day

Rugers like they Amish cuz they do not play no games

Pull up in a whip niggas running like a slave

You not faster than this bullet tho

I spray em from the rave

Yeah

Aye Bitch it's over

Bitch it's overpade

Maybe I think too much

I don't need no damn love

I just need myself in my head but I'm fucked up

Got corrupt by your touch

I can't hold myself up

In too deep I'm in love

Don't want me I want her baby

Follow you home (uh)

Pick up your phone

No one knows

All on my lone

In too deep make me whole

Fake friends around me

Feel like I'm drowning

So much cap astounding

My head is pounding