tobi lou, FARADA - Sorry I'm Late Lyrics

Yes
It's one of them
Whoa
It's, oh, whoa
It's one of them
Whoa, uh, whoa, uh (hey, Tobi)
Yeah (hey, sis)

Sorry I'm late, I was vibin'
I was just smokin' a blimp and bobbin' my head
Fuck on my bitch then lay in her bed
I'm Paris Bleu, but my eyes are red
Riding, come to my hood if you wanna hear guns
Only pop niggas still in the slums, it's one of them ones
I'm incomplete like a sentence
Gold on my teeth like a dentist, she told me I ain't that pretty
I don't agree with that message, I don't know why she be flexing
I turn that beat to confessions, I turned my demons to Heaven
I just might be my depression
They wanna know if I get money, bitch, is that even a question?
Don't w-, don't w-, don't w-, don't worry 'bout me, I'm eatin'
Please do not call me on weekends, I never had an off-season
I got this big for a reason, I don't pick up in the evening
Got that lil' mama she decent, she know I still want a threesome
Currently, we are not speaking, but you know shooters keep shooting
You just gotta keep believing, my mama saw me on TV
Some of y'all thought it was easy, I just look good when I do it
Someone at Nike should sign me, I need a shoot like I'm hoopin'
Balling like Harden in Houston, balling like Harden in Brooklyn
Everywhere I go I'm booking, look at how far I done took it
Y'all don't know where I might take it, she wanna see me get naked
I kept my socks on, I let her suck on the python
We finna fuck with the lights on, I need a ride home
I just got sent to the dial tone, sometimes I think I might die alone
I ate her- (oh), now we even, after that we watchin' Steven
Universe, just the first season
This was our very first meeting, think I'm in love, hold up

Please do not fuck with me (it's a Monday)
Ridin' 'round town like Pimp C (it's a Tuesday)
Can't hold nothing against me (it's a Wednesday)
I been dropping hits since fifteen (it's a Thursday)
Gettin' to the money like 50 (it's a Friday)
That's two fifties
That's two Virgils, just bend it like Urkel
I see two C's on her shoes, Pepé Le Pew my perfume
I got 'em where I want 'em
I know it's controversial (Paris Bleu)

But it's one of them ones (it's one of-)
I swear to God, it's one of them ones
Meet me inside, I need you in front
It's one of them, yeah
It's one of them ones (one of thme-)
I swear to God, it's one of them ones
Meet me inside, I need you in front
It's one of them