Lames, Astrus* - Where You Goin? Lyrics

Yeah she playin with my heart too much I might end up dead
Never chase a bitch cause I be countin my bread
But she's an evil fantasy I'm feelin like Freddie Dredd
Starin at the ceiling while I lay in my bed
I'm on my phone
Thinkin where she at or where she went
Like where you goin?
Overthinkin everything but I'm still on my own
Baby please I'm right around the way I'm in my zone
Always hold it down I'm set in stone
I got empty bottle cases, pissed off old racists
Mad at me cause I be on their girl's favorite playlists
And lately I been out here smokin packs by the Os
I think I'm on a streak just bagged 3 10's in a row see
Bagged a bitch that's 32, fuck her like her husband do
Told her she a one and run so don't you get too comfortable
Money spent I'm used to it, cashin out on stupid shit
Livin like a bachelor I don't even know what day it is
You ain't on shit you don't even know what profit is
This the first date and I was all in her esophagus
Go ahead and drop it baby I can go and show you off
Bought her some designer just so she can go and take it off
I'm a smooth criminal just like Michael Jack
Sellin out shows yeah them dates is back to back
Who the fuck that boy, dressin puttin black on black
Bad bitch with me you wouldn't know what to do with that
Yeah she playin with my heart too much I might end up dead
Never chase a bitch cause I be countin my bread
But she's an evil fantasy I'm feelin like Freddie Dredd
Starin at the ceiling while I lay in my bed
I'm on my phone
Thinkin where she at or where she went
Like where you goin?
Overthinkin everything but I'm still on my own
Baby please I'm right around the way I'm in my zone
Always hold it down I'm set in stone

Yeah she playin with my heart too much I might end up dead
Never chase a bitch cause I be countin my bread
But she's an evil fantasy I'm feelin like Freddie Dredd
Starin at the ceiling while I lay in my bed
I'm on my phone
Thinkin where she at or where she went
Like where you goin?
Overthinkin everything but I'm still on my own
Baby please I'm right around the way I'm in my zone
Always hold it down I'm set in stone
I got empty bottle cases, pissed off old racists
Mad at me cause I be on their girl's favorite playlists
And lately I been out here smokin packs by the Os
I think I'm on a streak just bagged 3 10's in a row see
Bagged a bitch that's 32, fuck her like her husband do
Told her she a one and run so don't you get too comfortable
Money spent I'm used to it, cashin out on stupid shit
Livin like a bachelor I don't even know what day it is
You ain't on shit you don't even know what profit is
This the first date and I was all in her esophagus
Go ahead and drop it baby I can go and show you off
Bought her some designer just so she can go and take it off
I'm a smooth criminal just like Michael Jack
Sellin out shows yeah them dates is back to back
Who the fuck that boy, dressin puttin black on black
Bad bitch with me you wouldn't know what to do with that
Yeah she playin with my heart too much I might end up dead
Never chase a bitch cause I be countin my bread
But she's an evil fantasy I'm feelin like Freddie Dredd
Starin at the ceiling while I lay in my bed
I'm on my phone
Thinkin where she at or where she went
Like where you goin?
Overthinkin everything but I'm still on my own
Baby please I'm right around the way I'm in my zone
Always hold it down I'm set in stone