[Produced by Tyler, the Creator]

[Verse 1]
Playing hard to get will get you motherfuckin’ got
I’m trying not to care, but bitch you so hot
My mind revolve around you, but I will not, fall
But, then I start to crawl
Between you and music I don’t even think at all
The prod told me triple zero what I call
To find you
Goddess play hide and seek
She know her damn power got a man going weak
But it’s been fucking years, and
I cannot even speak
Why you string a mouse along for the cheese?
Wouldn’t even get a picture or somethin’ at least
The other day I heard and felt nothing
My mind finally gave me peace
But it came crashing down
When I saw you ‘cross the street
And you gazed upon my seek
Not enough, somebody call the fuckin’ Gods to come top me up
Cause nothing is stopping us
I got too much love
I fucking hate what I’ve become

[Verse 2]
Sittin’ on my ass all day
Writing words that you’ll never hear, that’s always
I’m fucked up, that’s all ways
Remember glances as it trickle down the hallways, fuck
Coulda been, but
I said nothing
As fucking usual, uh
Why you got such a fucking hold on me?
I could never tell, you

Hold, up
X3

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