Hey!
What you want from me?
Can you tell me just what you want from me?
Baby, if we don't wake up, we are probably going to meet the maker.
And once we wake up, we are probably gonna need to wake up.
Up stories, thinkin' bout callin' Home before fallin', out the airport at Five in the mornin', high up in Dolphins
Up stories, thinkin' bout callin' Home before fallin', out like half-forty Five in the morning, high up in the office
It's dangerous.
I'm so crazy.
You're so crazy.
We both are demons.
We're escaping.
You're into the club and cocaine thing.
I'm into self-deprecating.
Now I'm self-medicating.
We're both cooked so there is baking in.
My nostril take a sniff, start raving.
Life start changing, I start blazing.
You embracing, engaging.
Tongue on tongue, so, so invasive.
Grab my coat, Hooper is waiting.
Grab my throat, do what you came to do.
Harder than a tunnel, damnation.
New sensation, smack my face in.
I wasn't ready for that, but I take it, baby.
Baby, toxic relation Now that sun's out, it's time to come down Trees cut down, smoke up and mung out You're dumbfounded, you're surprised I stuck around Didn't opt out like your other encounters But now we're mistaking drug cloud for the love cloud Cause we're yet to touch down And we're both lost, but by God's we just found this Where you're drowning, I went out round here Up twelve stories, thinking bout calling Home before falling, out like a pony Five in the morning, high up in door fence
Up stories, thinkin' bout callin' Home before fallin', out like I have all day Five in the mornin', high up in the office
It's dangerous.
If we don't wake up, we are probably gonna meet the maker.
That's the direction.
And once we wake up, we are probably gonna need to wake up.
It's for the best, baby.
If we don't wake up, we are probably gonna meet the maker.
That's no question.
And once we wake up, we are probably gonna need to wake up.
You and I, very late.
We got nothing in common.
Every time we conversate, there seem to be a problem.
You're so fine when I was wasted.
I let you talk all that shit But now I got to leave Cause it's bad for my mental
When you flip that switch and go mental I know you got shit in your past That makes you want to hide and not juggle But you use me as your outlet Outbursts that keep me down to ground level
Only time you help me elevate when you give me that brown powder they peddle at the club you work at.
I'm like a dog tucked in her lap.
She says sit, I'm sat, they got the bar drunk till she got her cash.
Then it's back to bed and boom, boom.
We're not using those latex hats.
Then two months go by and you shoot in my text that makes my heart rate go.
So what you wanna do?
Cause I'm down with whatever you choose.
So do we raise this baby like roof or do we make this baby go poof?
She said there's complications inside my womb that mean I can't reproduce.
But if I could have, I wouldn't have told you I'd move.
So you'd never see a new fruit.
