Testo Stick Around - YFG FATSO
Testo della canzone Stick Around (YFG FATSO), tratta dall'album A Reaper's Ceremony
(This sound like Quel)
(I've been there, trying all my points today)
(If you know how I'm gonna get you to stay)
(And if I try to use the ugliest way)
(Get you, boy, get you to stay)
(If I could get you to stay)
Cold boy, lost road, need a way back (I need a way)
Need a ride back home, come and take me there
Wrong crime, mom told them to stay back (tryna stay)
I ain't a killer, I just don't let people take me there
And if I called your phone, would you answer? (Would you answer?)
Had to ask 'cause I didn't want you to take it weird
All real life, shorty know no play, act (he don't play)
We was cool, I was hopin' you ain't take it there
Cold boy, lost road, need a way back (I need a way)
Need a ride back home, come and take me there
Wrong crime, mom told them to stay back (tryna stay)
I ain't a killer, I just don't let people take me there
And if I called your phone, would you answer? (Would you answer?)
Had to ask 'cause I didn't want you to take it weird
All real life, shorty know no play, act (he don't play)
We was cool, I was hopin' you ain't take it there
Guess I'm lost in a place called despair (called despair)
Body fucked up, I need my repair
One love, breathin' on my own, need air (I need)
You could have it all, really, I don't even care (I don't care)
I give them the ball, I don't hog 'cause I'm fair (come on)
Most niggas rather post niggas, they don't care (come on)
I indulge with 'em on a regular, it's rare (come on)
Ten mill' Glock 20 big for a bear (uh-uh)
She took off her wig, now it's kids in her hair (uh-uh)
Open up the lid, now it's syrup everywhere (uh-uh)
On the speedway and I got lean in my chair (uh-huh)
Satan talkin' to me in the middle of a prayer (yeah)
Sin then repent, then I repeat it, I don't care (I don't care)
Heartbeat, feel my soul singin' in my chair (in the chair)
I think you a trophy, you should know, it only fair (only fair)
Anytime you ring my line, I'll be there (I'll be there)
Close your eyes, use your imagination
Feel my lips touch yours, we gon' shine tonight
If it came to a bid, would you be waitin'? (Would you be, uh)
I know she's tellin' me she would, but it all be lies
Short temper, tiny fuse, so impatient (so impatient)
I know it feel like you're safe, but man, it all be time
I just need a short call conversation (conversation)
Tell you everything I should've said, all the time
Cold boy, lost road, need a way back (I need a way)
Need a ride back home, come and take me there
Wrong crime, mom told them to stay back (tryna stay)
I ain't a killer, I just don't let people take me there
And if I called your phone, would you answer? (Would you answer?)
Had to ask 'cause I didn't want you to take it weird
All real life, shorty know no play, act (he don't play)
We was cool, I was hopin' you ain't take it there
Cold boy, lost road, need a way back (I need a way)
Need a ride back home, come and take me there
Wrong crime, mom told them to stay back (tryna stay)
I ain't a killer, I just don't let people take me there
And if I called your phone, would you answer? (Would you answer?)
Had to ask 'cause I didn't want you to take it weird
All real life, shorty know no play, act (he don't play)
We was cool, I was hopin' you ain't take it there
Hopin' you ain't take it there (this sound like Quel)
Hopin' you ain't take it there
Hopin' you ain't take it there
I was hopin' you ain't take it there
I was hopin' you ain't take it there
We was cool, I was hopin' you ain't take it there (ay)
I was hopin' you ain't take it there
We was cool, I was hopin' you ain't shit it there
Credits
Writer(s): Micquel Buie, Charles Mosley Jr., Yoran Ymar De Haan, Gerardo Ferrero Rangel
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