Thorns ft. Genuardi

She's telling me to hurry up, but I'm busy

Might not make it to your house in time

Giving orders to Skip, you must be out your mind

Mind altered by alcohol, my alkalines

Think she's a psychic, she know before I open my mouth, I'm lying

But no more about telekinesis

When I walk through the door, girl, tell me you need this

And I'mma fuck you on the floor right after you sweeped it

I love that freak shit, but I wouldn't say it's my weakness

All I ever did was follow it, and may have cracked the code

You'll never catch me slipping like A.S.A.P on Vogue

Looking like a supportive wife