ELY AYERS - SLIDE ON ME Lyrics

By now coulda been the one wait
LA for a couple months
Got a bad girl, thatI'm tryna run
She West Coast as they ever come
That thizz face, in this case, I still never will chase
I misplaced my heart again
This a war I swear I shoulda won
I can see… you got feelings you ain't showing
Make believe, that you don't need your emotions
Slide on me, always leaving in the morning…
'Fore i speak… what's love got to do with it?
By now shoulda been on tour, somewhere blacked out all on the floor
Of a penthouse I rent out but no doubt still can't afford
With you there all pissed off, cause I do my drugs then drift off
And you slap me with insults, you know how to fuck me up for sure
So slide on me… pull up in that new Mercedes…
That you bought, off of pennies you been saving…
Come alive, cause the feeling that we chasing
Aain't as real, as we always use to make it seem
I can see… you got feelings you ain't showing
Make believe, that you don't need your emotions
Slide on me, always leaving in the morning…
'Fore i speak… what's love got to do with it?

By now coulda been the one wait
LA for a couple months
Got a bad girl, thatI'm tryna run
She West Coast as they ever come
That thizz face, in this case, I still never will chase
I misplaced my heart again
This a war I swear I shoulda won
I can see… you got feelings you ain't showing
Make believe, that you don't need your emotions
Slide on me, always leaving in the morning…
'Fore i speak… what's love got to do with it?
By now shoulda been on tour, somewhere blacked out all on the floor
Of a penthouse I rent out but no doubt still can't afford
With you there all pissed off, cause I do my drugs then drift off
And you slap me with insults, you know how to fuck me up for sure
So slide on me… pull up in that new Mercedes…
That you bought, off of pennies you been saving…
Come alive, cause the feeling that we chasing
Aain't as real, as we always use to make it seem
I can see… you got feelings you ain't showing
Make believe, that you don't need your emotions
Slide on me, always leaving in the morning…
'Fore i speak… what's love got to do with it?