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IDONTSENDSEX Lyrics by ​papa mbye

2020

[Chorus: FruitPunchLoverBoy]
Bee got you stung, on a string, they control you
Bitch I'm in the ring by myself, that's some old news
Beat myself up, suicide what the doors do
Send myself threats, where you at, what you gonna do?
Racing to the green, avocado like it's Whole Foods
Think I'm getting sick in the head, not a cold dude
Came from getting top in a Benz, thought I told you
Sorry I'm your baby and your baby couldn't hold you
[Verse: papa mbye]
Roll it in, write it with a bolder pen
Ain't no devil in you 'til you know that you done sold a sin
Ain't no food up on the table 'til you go and bowl it in
Time to me was so within
Heart was getting cold again
Message never sent, the envelope would never fold again
We'd be getting high, it's just to see what keeps it low again
Time was moving fast, but my reality was slow again
Lesson learned to never let you step over my toe again
Criss-cross crazy, big top daily
Look me in the mirror just to see what I could never be
Look me in the eye before you tell me what you telling me
Barter to the death before you sell me what you selling me
We been getting, yeah, we been getting celery
We been getting cooked, yeah, we been getting fettuccine
Niggas been sad, big mad, big energy
Niggas in the lab cooking chemistry and melodies
I never know what I mean
I never know where to lean
I just be making a mess
I don't even know where to clean
Lookin' at me with the stress
I never know what to see
Never know what to expect
I never know where to be
I want the rock on my neck, big check
Shine and shade, Windex
Play with the ink, get your pen wet
Fuck on the phone, I don't send sex
Touchin' her down like a running back
Fuck on her hand, make her leg jet
Diamonds be dancing like reggaeton
Diamonds be dancing like telephone
[Chorus: FruitPunchLoverBoy]
Bee got you stung, on a string, they control you
Bitch I'm in the ring by myself, that's some old news
Beat myself up, suicide what the doors do
Send myself threats, where you at, what you gonna do?
Racing to the green, avocado like it's Whole Foods
Think I'm getting sick in the head, not a cold dude
Came from getting top in a Benz, thought I told you
Sorry I'm your baby and your baby couldn't hold you
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​papa mbye

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