Missed Calls

歌詞

Girl, I ain't no star— I just ain't from round here My pilot told me I'll go far if I stay from 'round here Hell, I'm so good at missing calls, bitch, I'm perfect this year And I suggest you trace your scars if you get lost, my dear Nigga, I can't tell if I'm dreaming Lord, forgive me if I think I'm in charge But the snakes in the grass are starting to get smart And the snake in my pants is starting to get hard And I'm fucking everything with two legs and a heart And some ass, and some titties, and an ATM card Fetish for my flaws, and I lust for my scars And this broke nigga dick guarantee I won't starve Well I suppose, that you suppose, using hoes, is getting old And you oppose, that maybe I, should grown on up, and iron clothes And find some hope, find some work, and write in cursive Been a flirter since my birth They wrapped me up so I ain't fuck the nurse Too numb to react when you struck a nerve So I hits the bitch in a circle jerk With me, myself, and my demon semen Canine teeth got me feline fiendin' Hold up, rewind, make a beeline, feel like a bald eagle chiefin' I ain't even breathin' I'm a motherfuckin' ghost, you can tell 'cause I float And I lose my head without even bleeding Fuck what a motherfucker thought, that they knew about us We got the juice and we keep on squeezing Like drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Hold up me cup, me take a sip Hold up me pinky, me think me rich Me being foolish, me no pay rent Me look at roomies, all of em pissed Eviction notice taped to the fridge Thank the most high, me no got kids They would be cannibals, eating your kids (I told her) Girl I ain't no star, I just ain't from round here My pilot told me I'll go far if I stay from round here (You see me in that Bentley, don't start to actin' friendly) Hell I'm so good at missing calls, bitch I'm perfect this year (When the room's spinning and the who's who's in it) And I suggest you trace your scars if you get lost, my dear (Aye you ain't on the list, now the A-list enlisted) I done had all night to think about this I done had all life to think about this Get a plate with strife and two sides of shit Let me click my heels and toss on them grits Let a nigga hold five 'til my grinder click I done had all life to think about this All y'all judging, handful of Bics I done passed out twice and I ain't been hit Shit I might be blessed let me right this left Navigate this ride, I really don't need an apartment Line like who bought the fifth Hoop out the lobes and who had got kids Let me get that little piece together Pen start on my thesis sweater? Make a way Head start on my niece's sweater Money thrown on my chicken, man pizza whatever Gotta go, gotta go, gotta leave you better Grew up where the leaves are wetter And I hope and I pray when you read this letter That the seeds don't catch up to your knees already 'Cause all my dogs good They running, they running don't run out the clock They living in a falsehood for damn way too long, man, check out the stock But that's cool, y'all can keep on sipping out this narcissistic pool And I'ma sit outside that shit just like the old dudes Said I'ma sit outside that shit just like Kukoc do And watch you jump hula hoops to satisfy your sudoku Said baby girl I ain't no star, I just ain't from round here (White walls and wood floors) My pilot told me I'll go far if I stay from round here (You, you see me at the bar don't, don't go to hollerin' about no shots) Hell I'm so good at missing calls, bitch I'm perfect this year (Don't fuck with me) And I suggest you trace your scars if you get lost, my dear (One check out the window, people watching, slow up)