Hard to Believe
Lyrics
I grip the wheel like I'm gripping a pen
Hittin curbs like cursive
James Dean set a fitting trend
Keeping it above 60 but
I got them oldies with me
Singing Mary wells
A tale of 2 lovers but the 3rd
Wanting whitney
She must not know me well
Well
She said we bound to fail
Hell
Conversations gettin stale
Stick ya Tongue out in the rain
But look out for the hail
We're in a duality of seasons
So I need two queens to partake in my demons
Ain't nothing holy but I can only be the
Whole me
Don't you bother tryin to scold me
Walking royal flush ya can't fold me
So bold with the I speak
Ever feat is in the past so check how I spoke
After sipping on my winners drink
Cuz I don't catch a buzz
I simply catch the bus
Going all in no bust
Don't you play with me no no
Now don't ya play with me
You could make a thug cry, shit, my heart soft
Been about 3 years since you and I been on and off
On that loudmouth shit, that blatant shit
Telling me how I ain't holding my end up of this relationship
Was holding onto something that wasn't worth keeping
So I spared you my wings so I can hang with my demons, heathens
On the highway to hell taking a lil drive, with a 805 in hand
It's gonna be a wonderful ride
Chalino on the radio while we straight cruising
Hay que hablar sin mentiras, chatita but you snoozing
This was all you, nothing was up to my choosing
But thank you for letting me find myself within my music
You acting shifty now, I got myself figured out
We both picture perfect but please crop my picture out
Give me my space, talking's a waste, throw that mask back on
Baby girl, and save you some face, fuck outta here
I grip the wheel like I'm gripping a pen
Hittin curbs like cursive
James Dean set a fitting trend
Keeping it above 60 but
I got them oldies with me
Singing Mary wells
A tale of 2 lovers but the 3rd
Wanting whitney
She must not know me well
Well
She said we bound to fail
Hell
Conversations gettin stale
Stick ya Tongue out in the rain
But look out for the hail
We're in a duality of seasons
So I need two queens to partake in my demons
Ain't nothing holy but I can only be the
Whole me
Don't you bother tryin to scold me
Walking royal flush ya can't fold me
So bold with the I speak
Ever feat is in the past so check how I spoke
After sipping on my winners drink
Cuz I don't catch a buzz
I simply catch the bus
Going all in no bust
Don't you play with me no no
Now don't ya play with me
You could make a thug cry, shit, my heart soft
Been about 3 years since you and I been on and off
On that loudmouth shit, that blatant shit
Telling me how I ain't holding my end up of this relationship
Was holding onto something that wasn't worth keeping
So I spared you my wings so I can hang with my demons, heathens
On the highway to hell taking a lil drive, with a 805 in hand
It's gonna be a wonderful ride
Chalino on the radio while we straight cruising
Hay que hablar sin mentiras, chatita but you snoozing
This was all you, nothing was up to my choosing
But thank you for letting me find myself within my music
You acting shifty now, I got myself figured out
We both picture perfect but please crop my picture out
Give me my space, talking's a waste, throw that mask back on
Baby girl, and save you some face, fuck outta here
Writer(s): Abel Favela, Joaquin Leon
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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