Yes
Ain't nobody heard from me, now they all worry
I leave the top off, I'm in a (hurry)
I'm in a, I'm in a
I'm in a (hurry up), I'm in a (hurry)
I know I'm nice, you ain't gotta admit it
Fuck all that hating you sound like a critic
That boy be snitching like be playing quidditch
Please do not park there or you'll get a ticket
Just yesterday she found out I existed
I used to love her but now I'm indifferent
Now I'm efficient, now I just get it
I'll get you off like you just acquitted
(I'll get you off like you just got acquitted)
Oh yeah, yeah yeah (yeah)
Ay, case closed
If I had money like Bezos
I'd put the whole damn world on my payroll
Yeah, yeah, I wanna buy you a (Tesla, yeah)
Mhm, I'll make it come with the extras (yeah)
I'm on the top rope like a wrestler
'Bout to jump off on whoever, fuck them up
Yeah, yeah, ooh (ooh), woo
You skating on thin ice, baby (yes)
I'm coming, just sit tight, baby (I got you)
Yeah, I got you (yeah, I got you)
Ooh (ooh)
Ain't nobody heard from me, now they all worried
I love to talk but, I'm in a (hurry)
I'm in a, I'm in a
I'm in a (hurry up), I'm in a (hurry)
Hurry up offense, fuck all that nonsense
Two minute drill, you getting killed
I'm a (soldier) in the field
Bitch, I feel like Justin Fields
I feel like I'm on a pill, she not tall she got on heels
Put her on a dollar bill 'cause you the realest one ever (ever)
Let's get it together, I'm with it whatever
However, whenever, I never say never
I never been fresher, I'm still getting better
I put on a sweater, you know it's that weather
I cut off the tether, I went interstellar
I wrote you a letter, I love you forever
And ever and ever and ever
And ever and ever and ever and ever
I love you, I love you forever
Uh, yeah
I love you forever I told you that
I love you now I cannot hold you back
When I love you it ain't no goin' back, ah
I love you but I'm gon' need more than that
'Cause your love and my love don't overlap
I circle back, hoping I don't relapse, ah
But it's starting to feel like I'm over matched
I'm deep in the pocket like quarterbacks
I'm back on the court like a cul-de-sac, ah
It's starting to feel like you so detached
I'm deep in a bottle of cognac
Just tell me that you do now want me back, ah, ah, ah
You tearing apart all my cardiac
I'm starting to feel like a heart attack, ah, ah
Run it back, run it back
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Hurry-Up Offense - tobi lou
