Separate LivesVer

Lyrics from Snippet 1

[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah, uh

I'm feelin' you, guaranteed that you into me

I got the phantom, the aston, the bent-e-ley

But let me tell you where a nigga at mentally

Two things I don't give a bitch: pay checks and sympathy

Ha! But I guess it's just the pimp in me

All around paid, can't even get a sentence free

So judge a nigga sweetheart, sentence me

I ain't worried it's gon' happen if it's meant to be

And if you ever feel the need to step inside

Be a woman about it and know we living separate lives

Trying to tell you, less feelings mean less goodbyes

That's some game for your ass, better recognize

But some cats can't even relate

I ain't a mind reader though, so if you tryna escape

Then let me know that, show that

My place, roll back, lay down, so flat

Tell Me!

Lyrics from Snippet 2

[Verse 2]

... Talkin' and a lil chit-chat

You rollin' with me, then we fucking when we get back

That's a [?], tell me if you with that

Don't decline, just recline, sit back

[?] straight ...