YZ (Rap)
Takeout
You say all your homies actin’ fake now

Tried to tell to you just believe

Dealin’ with your pride, that’s a hard pill to take down

But it’s what you really need

Life been gettin’ hard, I don’t know what else to say now

I been searchin’ for the peace

I been gettin’ gone I don’t know what else to say ‘bout that, I still come home for her

Yeah

Couple of days, couple of plays

Couple of dates, cups of the Ace

I’m on to ya

No, don’t wanna be lonlier

Promise that
Drove me insane

Off the Jack

I been lost in a daze

I miss the sex that’s why I sent the text

(Still give my best)



Wachu wanna eat I’ll bring you takeout

It’s a steakhouse up the street

Know you’d rather be up at the lakehouse

But that’s only Christmas Eve

Know thatchu a queen I’ll keep you safe now

Yeah that’s wachu wanna be (Oo yeah)

I got all the means to change the scene (Oo yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah

Wachu wanna see

I’m sick of being sentimental

I’m sick of being sentimental

I’m slick tryna get up in the middle

I’m slick tryna get up in ya...

I’m sick of being sentimental

I’m sick of being sentimental

I’m slick tryna get up in your mental

I’m slick tryna...

(Oo yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

(Sick)

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Mmm mm mm (Slick drunk)

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