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Blooming Lyrics - Artist : Houdini, Sal
Something's just don't need to be explained
Like how this love is stronger than cocaine Sometimes I need less words and more face Sometimes we seem to get out of place But sometimes you just get too out of hand Watch out how you're talkin' to the man You say things just to watch me react You're why I became insomniac Flower bloomin' like a blossom Runnin' back is not an option Two red cups got me twisted What's inside of this concoction? Sick love got me nauseas It's not me, it's you Baby girl you're so toxic Yeah, I'm not really perfect I got skeletons in the closet Blood is flowin' through the faucet Shit is gettin' exhaustin' Runnin', runnin' like a quarterback Should've listened to my conscience Next time I fall in love Got to make sure that I'm cautious Aye I hate the way you played it, played it, played it I'm tired of the waitin', waitin', waitin' Catch me doin' 90 inside the Mercedes We both know you only hit me up 'cause I made it Say that you been drinkin' 'cause of me lately Said I'm on your mind you've been thinkin' 'bout me lately Said that you've been drivin' and swingin' by me lately Smokin', fuckin', drinkin' whiskey Drivin' while I'm a little tipsy Text me, tell me that you miss me You stopped sendin' texts that are risky Do you miss me? Tell me lies so good that you trick me Text me, tell me that you miss me Text me, tell me that you miss me Ladies and gentlemen Goodafternoon This is your captain speaking Just about ready to depart We should be way on schedule in the next couple of minutes or so Please make yourselves comfortable I do hope you enjoy the flight Sittin' 'round with some pretty bitches and my mans told me to save one Home girls that I know tellin' me to choose one and then date one All their personalities assed out, all these bitches got is good makeup And they only stick around for good sex 'cause they know the stroke game is A1 No my lifestyle ain't like other rappers baby girl, I ain't got day ones They never liked me from the get go and they still hate from a distance Everyone around me eventually gives me reasons why their fake ones I can't pick one if you ask who's real baby girl, I can't even name one No, no Yeah You just want to chill if we're smokin' and we're drinkin' I got way too used to fuckin' bitches when we linkin' I got way too used to losin' service in the Lincoln While I'm whippin' to your cribo I'm already in the Lincoln Got to take the tunnel from the city back to Brooklyn Late night drives on Junction, or by Bedford, or by Bushwick Late night at Kings Plaza with my closest that I could pick Aye I hate the way you played it, played it, played it I'm tired of the waitin', waitin', waitin' Catch me doin' 90 inside the Mercedes We both know you only hit me up 'cause I made it Say that you been drinkin' 'cause of me lately Said I'm on your mind you've been thinkin' 'bout me lately Said that you've been drivin' and swingin' by me lately Smokin', fuckin', drinkin' whiskey Drivin' while I'm a little tipsy Text me, tell me that you miss me You stopped sendin' texts that are risky Do you miss me? Tell me lies so good that you trick me Text me, tell me that you miss me Text me, tell me that you I hate the way you played it, played it, played it I'm tired of the waitin', waitin', waitin' Catch me doin' 90 inside the Mercedes We both know you only hit me up 'cause I made it |
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