Brain Dead
Lyrics
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh-ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh-ooh
Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and an eight of red
Playin' with your pussy, wishin' that it was me instead
I wanna give but tryna maintain a level head
I live with no regrets, I ain't takin' back nothin' I said
Big dick hit different, when I pop a Perc' to the head
You my lil' G, no notary, I'm stampin' it
Flashbacks of us fuckin', in the rain, I still had on my chains
Thought I saw you, but you not her, you left a stain on my brain
Just accept my flaws and all the slander that come with my name
Niggas ain't a factor, that's a fact, they can't play in my lane
Backseat of the Maybach, presi' Rolex plain, grown man
If you adore her, you gotta Dior her, ain't no price range
Tell me this endless
Show me you won't run out on us
You say I'm not affectionate, it's not my fault, I don't know love
Always gettin' on your nerve, it be my choice of words
You got to be the one for me, look at all these hoes I curved
The blind, can't see how I'm comin'
At least I'm raw and I'm honest
I'm not gon' play 'bout this woman
Brain dead, you left me unconscious
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh-ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh-ooh
Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and an eight of red
Playin' with your pussy, wishin' that it was me instead
"Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
Hey babe, I'm just checkin' on you, see where you at, what you doin'
Call me when you can, love you, bye"
"I'm not finna keep callin' your motherfuckin' phone, like
Call me the fuck back, drop your location, somethin'
I'm finna beat your ass, you got me fucked up
Call me back now"
"I'm sick of this shit, like, I'm done
I don't know why you always do this shit to me
Like you waste my fuckin' time, all the time
All you have to do is call me back"
Writer(s): Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Robert Fullatt
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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