McFlyy - Mystery Lyrics

Mystery, Mystery
My baby she don't talk to me, she just going silent for real
Oh tell me deh tell me
I'm going the right way
Imma go on islands or go in the hills
I'm telling my homie to give up the bottle
It's doing no good but she drinking tomorrow
She can't fight it out, this shit bigger than her
I'm just happy 'cause she ain't taking no percocets
I guess
They want to cut me off, oh please be my guest
No stress
I'm working too much, I don't need me a rest
I'm next
I'm doing all that 'cause I want to be better
The best
I want to be all on the top, you can't measure
I'm just looking outside my window, I want to go far
She don't want to be seen around me when we in the mall
Mystery
Mystery
My baby she don't talk to me
She's just going silent for real
Oh tell me deh tell me
I'm going the right way
Imma go on islands or go in the hills
I'm doing donuts in the parking lot
This nigga was talking a whole lot of shit
He was saying that'd he'd catch me on the spot
Your girly be sweet as a motherfucker and I'm drinking on her like a can of pop
We know this nigga, we call him the janitor
'Cause he spray that shit then he pass the mop
I'm locked in the bed with my baby, my girl like I fell in love with a lady cop
They won't let me know what they want
I'm always the blame, I'm the one
Like they want me gone
Like I did some shit, like I'm wrong
I guess, she so tired of me
She's getting fed up everytime that I speak
I left, she don't want me to leave
Maybe it's the best but you don't want to see
On God, On god
Like I don't need help
On god, on god
Like I'm good by myself
On god, on god
Like I'm fucking perfect
Like I don't need love
Like I ain't even worth it
On God, On god
Like I don't need help
On god, on god
Like I'm good by myself
On god, on god
Like I'm fucking perfect
Like I don't need love
Like I ain't even worth it
Mystery
Mystery
My baby she don't talk to me
She's just going silent for real
Oh tell me deh tell me
I'm going the right way
Imma go on islands or go in the hills
I'm telling my homie to give up the bottle
It's doing no good but she drinking tomorrow
She can't fight it out, this shit bigger than her
I'm just happy 'cause she ain't taking no percocets

Mystery, Mystery
My baby she don't talk to me, she just going silent for real
Oh tell me deh tell me
I'm going the right way
Imma go on islands or go in the hills
I'm telling my homie to give up the bottle
It's doing no good but she drinking tomorrow
She can't fight it out, this shit bigger than her
I'm just happy 'cause she ain't taking no percocets
I guess
They want to cut me off, oh please be my guest
No stress
I'm working too much, I don't need me a rest
I'm next
I'm doing all that 'cause I want to be better
The best
I want to be all on the top, you can't measure
I'm just looking outside my window, I want to go far
She don't want to be seen around me when we in the mall
Mystery
Mystery
My baby she don't talk to me
She's just going silent for real
Oh tell me deh tell me
I'm going the right way
Imma go on islands or go in the hills
I'm doing donuts in the parking lot
This nigga was talking a whole lot of shit
He was saying that'd he'd catch me on the spot
Your girly be sweet as a motherfucker and I'm drinking on her like a can of pop
We know this nigga, we call him the janitor
'Cause he spray that shit then he pass the mop
I'm locked in the bed with my baby, my girl like I fell in love with a lady cop
They won't let me know what they want
I'm always the blame, I'm the one
Like they want me gone
Like I did some shit, like I'm wrong
I guess, she so tired of me
She's getting fed up everytime that I speak
I left, she don't want me to leave
Maybe it's the best but you don't want to see
On God, On god
Like I don't need help
On god, on god
Like I'm good by myself
On god, on god
Like I'm fucking perfect
Like I don't need love
Like I ain't even worth it
On God, On god
Like I don't need help
On god, on god
Like I'm good by myself
On god, on god
Like I'm fucking perfect
Like I don't need love
Like I ain't even worth it
Mystery
Mystery
My baby she don't talk to me
She's just going silent for real
Oh tell me deh tell me
I'm going the right way
Imma go on islands or go in the hills
I'm telling my homie to give up the bottle
It's doing no good but she drinking tomorrow
She can't fight it out, this shit bigger than her
I'm just happy 'cause she ain't taking no percocets