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What U Want (Prod. NDMG)
02:42
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Yay yay
sprung
I talked to ya last spring
Like a interview
You had a man but no ring
So I’m clear to shoot
Told me everything in yo dreams
Told you to make it happen
You told me to make it rappin’
We both close, you can call this a cold open
We episodic, never cared about it
On and off, never light switchin’
Put thought into it, highly selective
Tryna spin the block, gotta be protective
My time money, got a gold watch
No minutes for no sloppy seconds
You at my door
What you at me for?
Every time you hit my phone
Text you back like what you want
Say you sorry, you want lovin’
I hit back like no you don’t
Get you high, want attention
I can’t give you no more dope
No more rope, at my limit
I ain’t wit it, what you on?
Every time you hit my phone
Text you back like what you want
Say you sorry, you want lovin’
I hit back like no you don’t
Get you high, want attention
I can’t give you no more dope
No more rope, at my limit
I ain’t wit it, what you on?
Look
I’m a familiar poison
Get all yo boys in order, they toys ’n
We makin’ plenty of noises
Bitterness deep in yo voice is
Drownin’ the sound of the knocks
You nauseous, thinkin’ about all the box
I’m coppin’, women that flockin’ to me
For nonsense, they want a piece
You takin’ precautions, peace
was never yo option
Helpin’ you find ya mind
I’m finna call you a doctor
If I could rewind the time
I wouldn’t have dated a monster
Gotta define the line
The hell you want from me
I’m rich, but I ain’t got money
I’m cold, sinus not runny
Every time you hit my phone
Text you back like what you want
Say you sorry, you want lovin’
I hit back like no you don’t
Yessir, yeah
Cause i got some options
Please don’t blow up my phone
To leave ‘em alone, they callin’ me Stockton
I pick ‘em and roll, I’m toxic
She turnin’ me off, no faucet yeah
Years ago predicted the profit
They call me a prophet yeah
Give me the silent treatment
I’ll be quietly hittin’ yo patnas yeah
Wait, almost forgot this
Tryin’ to cease the nonsense I am unconscious
Floatin’ above the regular degular broads
I’m on a rocket
Even supremes is under me, seems I’m locked in
Diana Rossin’
You ain’t embossin’
Initials all on my coffin
Refuse to let you produce the migraines
You like a vibe drain
Chokers and leashes, tied to five chains
But I do not like pain
Takin’ my currency, money for all yo preferences
But I don’t like payin’
Girl fall back
Please
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Sprung (Prod. ADV)
02:22
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Know I got you sprung
Why you all up in my phone?
I’m alone, if my friends tryna set me up I’m gone
I atoned for my sins wit’ a pocket full of stones
I perform for my ends, clap it up I’m goin’ home
Got you sprung
Why you all up in my phone?
I’m alone, if my friends tryna set me up I’m gone
I atoned for my sins wit’ a pocket full of stones
I perform for my ends, clap it up I’m goin’ home yeah
I don’t go nowhere unless I’m paid
I got my fade from watchin’ YouTube
I got beaucoup people paid
You not my lady, I
Multiply myself, I feel like Shady I
Love me some Atlanta, but I was not born at Grady, hi
They call me Cam
I can turn yo spring into July
I heat it up quick
All yo girlfriends is linin’ up
They tryna touch dick
I know we ain't discussed this
But I come from a long line of players
Can’t be sprung, I see you sprung and that’s a
Trap, I be the opposite of Ne-Yo got no cap
And girl it’s all because of you I got no map
Nowhere to go and I’m so sick of love songs
But I write ‘em til the lack of love gone, yeah
Know I got you sprung
Why you all up in my phone?
I’m alone, if my friends tryna set me up I’m gone
I atoned for my sins wit’ a pocket full of stones
I perform for my ends, clap it up I’m goin’ home
Got you sprung
Why you all up in my phone?
I’m alone, if my friends tryna set me up I’m gone
I atoned for my sins wit’ a pocket full of stones
I perform for my ends, clap it up I’m goin’ home yeah
Jumpin’ off the divin’, board
Fallin’ deep, in my love they gotta find you, bored
Wit’ yo life and the shit that he provide you, more
Think I want it but I don’t, I can’t give you what you want nah
Jumpin’ off the divin’, board
Fallin’ deep, in my love they gotta find you, bored
Wit’ yo life and the shit that he provide you, more
Think I want it but I don’t, I can’t give you what you want nah
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4Ever 2Day (Prod. NDMG)
03:48
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Why you never awake
I can’t even think of nothin’ clever to say
Starin’ at you got me thinkin’ ‘bout forever today, yeah
Forever today
So pretty when you sleep but
Why you never awake
I can’t even think of nothin’ clever to say
Starin’ at you got me thinkin’ ‘bout forever today, yeah
Forever today
Baby you can sleep in
Ain’t no worries ‘bout the weather in May
Yo body curvature done got me nervous I pace
When you ain’t callin’ back
You traveled several states to give me all of that
Promise I’m grateful, never forget to thank you
Love how ya breath minty when you rockin’ Fenty
It’s the little things, I’m pullin’ them little strings
On the side of yo bottoms, don’t be worried, I got ‘em
The lights goin’ low and you movin’ yo body slow
Hol’ up
This ain’t a song about the night
I’m lookin’ at you at 9:47 am
Mouth slightly open, lookin’ like an angel again
Overcast, lookin’ like it’s gon’ be rainin’ again
Know you kinda like me, yo habits betrayin’ yo whims
And buildin’ on it like you playin’ The Sims
I just layer these stems, don’t be thinkin’ I’m for play or pretend
I’m tryna add another name on the end
First you gotta get yo ass up
Why you never awake
I can’t even think of nothin’ clever to say
Starin’ at you got me thinkin’ ‘bout forever today, yeah
Forever today
So pretty when you sleep but
Why you never awake
I can’t even think of nothin’ clever to say
Starin’ at you got me thinkin’ ‘bout forever today, yeah
Forever today
You be talkin’ in yo sleep
Weavin’ together hypotheticals expectin’ me
To answer for it for real
It’s endearing but still
I be worried and slightly shook in the moment
Wonderin’ if you just dream what you feel
If this got you kinda insecure and thrown off-balance
Due to yo prior loves
I’m tryna handle you with fire gloves
Girl if you desire hugs, hit me at work
Got an entire flood, I’m prioritizin’ yo trust
When I was ridin’ the bus
You was focused on the man I was becomin’
Instead of the one I felt like
Man, I coulda knelt right then
You knew I had to get myself right then
I could re-focus on all the trivial things
That’s still important like
Listenin’ with intent, being the supportive type
Lookin’ for your heart in the moments
You draw the sword to fight
10:33 in the mornin’, you rollin’ over
Imma let you have a moment of peace
We got forever to speak, but
Why you never awake
I can’t even think of nothin’ clever to say
Starin’ at you got me thinkin’ ‘bout forever today, yeah
Forever today
So pretty when you sleep but
Why you never awake
I can’t even think of nothin’ clever to say
Starin’ at you got me thinkin’ ‘bout forever today, yeah
Forever today
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Flowers (Prod. NDMG)
03:41
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Our timing wasn’t perfect but beyond the surface
A deeper love, can’t describe it, went beyond the verses
You gave me chances, but ain’t dancin’ in nobody circus
You datin’ wit’ purpose, want a man that got some urgency
I extended the courtesy, you ain’t gotta work with me
The flirtin’ be, right on target I’m Cliff Barton
I can surgically, balance the charm wit’ clever jokes
I be pokin’ at yo mental; you fallin’ ain’t incidental
The first date, pulled up ballin’ but this a rental
Went to Cheesecake, I had the fettucine alfredo
But you need steak, carne asada then we head to the casa
Skipped dessert ‘cause you prefer lickin’ on my cone
I don’t judge a woman knowin’ what she wants
‘Cause I want it too, bet you thinkin’ no one knew
The way you was lookin’ at me at 9, I knew I was through
Fishin’ in them ponds for that bond
Yo pros ain’t got no cons
It’s double digits only, ain’t never been into 9s
The type to keep it tight and get finer when it declines
Attraction is hella crucial, I hit it then hit rewind
That’s enough about the physical
Yo analog matchin’ the tapestry in yo digital
We late again, early mornin’ convos about the cosmos
Like what if God knows
At every step in life, my doubt was growin’ fivefold
Now I’m in meetings wit’ some movers life beyond dope
Fate up in my hands and I will not choke
Dawg I met this angel in a dark room
Then cohabitation promisin’ we gon’ be on soon
That was years ago, but you ain’t go nah
That was years ago, but you ain’t go
I ain’t the rose type but here’s a bouquet
Better yet the whole flower section in the front of Publix
You deserve a husband
I wasn’t ready for the time that requires from me
I’m makin’ music, doin’ shows, on the road on several coasts
Life is kinda fuzzy
Yo recollection slightly different of course
You recallin’ times I was very present but forced
Interactions when I needed to be left alone really
You asked, I got defensive, that set the tone really
But the way I see time is like a metronome really
You talkin’ ‘bout coworkers I’m focusin’ on my purpose
I try to give solutions you tellin’ me it ain’t worth it
If you want empty words, then I’ll point you to several churches
I need a solid partner that back me up when I’m hurtin’
And I tried to do the same, but you never open to change
Know my praise come with caveats
All them problems yo daddy got
Boostin’ shootin’ dice
We both know that his caddy hot
I got all yo secrets ain’t tellin’ nobody nothin’
Girl this a private discussion
I know why you never trustin’
Yo lovers’ bad frequencies beatin’ you like percussion
I tried to be that jazz, by doin’ yo dreams justice
To Pimp A Butterfly, wanna see yo mother cry
When I’m walkin’ you down the aisle
Underneath a summer sky, you and I
Gotta work it out, know this a long text
Spell-checked, underlined
Hit send then you replied wit’
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Ok
Right off the bat she tweakin’
Talmbout I’m one reason
She been stressin’
Tryna confess n’
Baby it’s sad boy season
I do not make these rules
Got a lot on me, but I ain’t lonely
I know that may confuse
Wait, I used to date in twos
Tryin’ out one though lately
That’s you, but you ain’t no baby
If you ain’t down, I will not stay ‘round
I am on my job it’s crazy
It’s loud and the music mine
Don’t be comin’ in trippin’
You do not listen
I am not losin’ time
‘Cause I been, sad
I’m still gettin’ my bag
I’m still gettin’ you mad
I’m still rubbin’ her ass
Don’t make me, sad
I’m still gettin’ my bag
I’m still gettin’ you mad
I’m still rubbin’ her ass
She say, DJ ooh
You a bad bitch, DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
‘Cause I’m in the mood
Bad bitch, DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit ooh
When I say bitch, that’s her word not mine
She on that Birkin time
I do not have it, just mo’ sadness
I get to work on time
Lot of my goals I fell short
Powder her nose
With the tits that sit
On god she thick, I fell for it
I got some happy moments
The darkness strong, that cloud flex
I don’t work out, I’m mad stressed
And I just switched my address
You don’t love me, you love money
Gimme that get yo bag sex
I gotta live with it, got one life
I need one mic and that cash
‘Cause I been, sad
I’m still gettin’ my bag
I’m still gettin’ you mad
I’m still rubbin’ her ass
Don’t make me, sad
I’m still gettin’ my bag
I’m still gettin’ you mad
I’m still rubbin’ her ass
She say, DJ ooh
You a bad bitch, DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
‘Cause I’m in the mood
Bad bitch, DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit ooh
I need slow jams
Hard liquor, this poison
Get out yo program
All these woman tryna talk
And I say no ma’am
Play that Boyz II Men
I’m wit’ my boys again
In the back of the club
Singin’ the hooks
And they all joinin’ in
Baby, please don’t start twerkin’
My heart hurtin’
I hit the whip and this car turnin’
Off 75, been dead alive
I’m down bad
Fiendin’, I need to hear that Whitney
All of my dawgs is wit’ me
Run that back ‘fore I get mad
‘Cause I been, sad
I’m still gettin’ my bag
I’m still gettin’ you mad
I’m still rubbin’ her ass
Don’t make me, sad
I’m still gettin’ my bag
I’m still gettin’ you mad
I’m still rubbin’ her ass
She say, DJ ooh
You a bad bitch, DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
‘Cause I’m in the mood
Bad bitch, DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit
DJ play that sad shit ooh
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Oh yeah
Lemme tell y’all a story
About this night, yeah
11 o’clock, I get a text and you like
Long day, I got a bottle of Bombay
Soundin’ familiar, I text back like
What did yo Mom say?
Is it yo pops again? Did he get stopped again?
I know he got problems drinkin’
Did he swing on the cops again?
I ask ‘cause I don’ t got no money for bail
He’s probably stayin’ in jail and you like
Nah wait, not tryna vent I called late
‘Cause I just got off and it’s rainin’
I’m tryna get off this train
I just can’t do it, you live too far
And I can’t handle this pain I miss you
I been here, this ain’t official
‘Bout to make you change yo mind
Then I heard some stranger wit’ you
It was like the faintest sigh
I freeze up, gotta check myself
Am I just makin’ it up?
I listen to what you sayin’ ‘cause maybe
You tellin’ me somethin’
Maybe this time for real
I get it you feelin’ alone, it’s crushin’
And intimacy is a must but
Gimme some time, I be expectin’
More of a sign, you can’t leave me out
Now it’s tears all in my champagne
I’m cryin’
At this party
Tryna smile but girl I’m dyin’
At this party
This can’t be it you must be lyin’
At this party
Girl I’m down bad
Cryin’ (at this party)
Feel like dyin’ (at this party)
I’m cryin’
At this party
Tryna smile but girl I’m dyin’
At this party
This can’t be it you must be lyin’
At this party
Girl I’m down bad
Cryin’ (at this party)
Feel like dyin’ (at this party)
Hol’ up
At this point, I’m in here makin’ a mess
Spillin’ my drink on the guests
Thinkin’ of him, touchin’ her body
Probably makin’ her sweat
I see the women wit’ sparklin’ bottles
I don’t want none of the cars and models
Only thinkin’ of you
I was yo Winnie The Pooh
Lickin’ the honey, under ya tummy
Paid $250 a booth
All of my friends in here
They all feelin’ my pain and seein’ it fall in real time
Face still lyin’
In ya last message you called out all my bad habits like
Feedin’ yo bad appetites
Givin’ you drama, being so pessimistic
You throw out them random statements
I come with the best statistics
Ya ex a loser, and he abusive
That’s been makin’ ya trust elusive
I was the one to hold you up
I was the coffee, Folgers dust
Now you addicted, somebody else providin’ the dick
Got me beside myself, my temperature high
I’m likely sick
Ain’t really tryna eat, I’m feelin’ defeat
I’ll probably sleep in a couple of weeks
My love was deep, I didn’t deserve this shit
You callin’ it quits now I’m
I’m cryin’
At this party
Tryna smile but girl I’m dyin’
At this party
This can’t be it you must be lyin’
At this party
Girl I’m down bad
Cryin’ (at this party)
Feel like dyin’ (at this party)
I’m cryin’
At this party
Tryna smile but girl I’m dyin’
At this party
This can’t be it you must be lyin’
At this party
Girl I’m down bad
Cryin’ (at this party)
Feel like dyin’ (at this party)
Hol’ up
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Cam James Atlanta, Georgia
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