Yeah, It's 5:30 the car missin'
Tip or short cause all your [?] on Wendy
Maybe I should've moved like Tristan
What drives me is when do we start driftin'
When do we start, listen
When do we start givin other people auditions
That just turned us into roommates with tension
Drunk texting minds usually turn green
Any courage saying shit I don't mean
College in Connecticut we yelling at the phones
No one droppin' the location cause we both be in the room
Party with Bryson Tiller living room full of bad hoes
And we still ain't try to trap souls
Said you lovе me yesterday I hopе you meant that
Lost lollipops you been trynna get your lick back
Feels like we always on the road to get even
Pray your soulmate got a soul when you meet them
Blowing up your momma line I'm dying to reach her
Beating down the door like I'm tryna make pizza
Your stories ain't green no more
Skip the posts, We ain't close
Running outta pages for these mental notes
Blessings
5:30 the car missin'
Straight to voicemail are all of my calls missing
T-Mobile line we all listed
But maybe I should've moved like Tristan
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