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Strangers
Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, & 41
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Yeah, yeah, ah
In a different book, on a different page
You said you are different, but you're the same (grrah)
Mutual feelings, you feel what I feel
Stranger (grrah)
ZOE UP (grrah)
Only the real can relate (like what?)
At the top, we don't care 'bout your view (like damn)
Fuck them bitches, I'm all about you (like what?)
Why do you treat me the way that you do?
If I went back to the bottom, is you really ridin' it through?
Like, why is you hiding the truth?
Flexin' the shit I was buying for you
Everyone wanna feel some love
Can't see my bro, he got limited visits
Know he good every crib that he been in
Like, on the phone with unlimited minutes
And if the energy off, I'ma feel it
She get the trust after we met at the function
80 degrees, we can go to the beach
Roll up a spliff while we watching the sunset
Like, let's have a talk
Open up, let me get in your mental
I don't want you to see me for my money, like
I want the love to be real
Tryna see if she solid for real
Mutual feelings, you feel what I feel
Grrah, like, if I crash, is you grabbin' the wheel?
Keep it a buck, bitch, what is you doin' for me?
Got myself, it ain't nothing I need
Like, if I lose it, is you gonna leave?
Damn, I'm damaged, don't judge
Heart broke, we can fix it with trust
Like-like, damn, I miss you too
But she pretty, I can't get enough
Only the real can relate
At the top, we don't care 'bout your view
Fuck them bitches, I'm all about you
Why do you treat me the way that you do?
If I went back to the bottom, is you really ridin' it through?
Like, why is you hiding the truth?
Flexin' the shit I was buying for you
Fuck this love, I can't tell if it's true
Double back, she gon' times it by two
In the stu' with my tool, I'ma talk in the booth
And that bitch not a lover from my point of view
Grrah, where the fuck is you at?
When I'm calling her phone, she not calling me back
Said, "This bitch on my body, she got me attached"
Fuck these feelings, I got in my bag
We could go tick for tack, I would still never lack
On her body, she on timing, but I could tell it's an act
If she just want me for the buck, then that dumb bitch is outta luck
I keep my feelings in the cut, now, that shit twinning with my gun
Grrah, mix Sprite with Triss
Come here, one more kiss
Only feel safe with my hand on your hip
If they talking, I don't give a shit (like, damn)
Like, said, "I don't give a fuck"
I don't know, but you're losing my trust
Like, I don't know if it's love, or it's lust
Keep it a buck, bitch, what is you doin' for me?
Got myself, it ain't nothing I need
Like, if I lose it, is you gonna leave?
Damn, I'm damaged, don't judge
Heart broke, we can fix it with trust
Like-like, damn, I miss you too
But she pretty, I can't get enough
Since you left I've been stuck in a wreck
Like, it's only me and my gun
I get high and just stare at the sun
Like I told Carter boy to put Wock in my cup
I told Tata put Wock in my blunt
Like, roll up a spliff to forget
Keep a G, it's not just to protect
Nig-niggas dying, I cannot be next
Grrah, call her phone when she gettin' me vexed
Like, how the fuck you don't answer my text?
I be sitting and thinking like "We've been a mess"
But, you really do it the best
I don't know who would love me if I was still popped
Probably off of the drugs, know you want me to stop
You be buggin' you do it a lot
Like you too pretty to be such a thot
She even knows you do that a lot
She be acting and switching the plot
She only see me for shit that I got
Like, is it the money or not?
If I'm not around, is you gonna be holding it down?
'Til the day that I rot
Like, please just make me proud
Yeah, yeah, ah
Please just make me proud
Yeah, yeah, ah