2017 - steven montes lyrics
haven’t been with a straight b*tch since 2017
she gon say she hate d*ck but then let me in between
what that mean?
don’t mean to make a scene
but we half naked almost famous kinda like my jeans uh
emotional baggage hit like a whirlwind
tell me all the drama you had with your ex*girlfriend
kissin on my body whenever the lights turn red
big city bumpin we listening to what merle said
i just wanna talk i just wanna talk
afraid to say the wrong thing cause she’ll prolly walk
don’t wanna watch her go i’d rather watch her come
while shе pluckin on my heartstrings i beat it like a drum yuh
now shе in my favorite shirt famous stars and straps
but it look better on her so honestly i don’t want it back
i’ve been with the clika smoking lethal so my lungs are black
gimme yo inhaler i’m boutta have an asthma attack
i left mine in the civic next to the e&j
say i gotta problem i don’t even sip it everyday
okay she whispered to me quietly
you can lie to other b*tches but you ain’t gon lie to me
either take me seriously or just take me home
i was doing fine without you promise i’ll be fine alone
woah woah like what the f*ck you wilding for
i’m the last resort after me she ain’t gon try no more
i haven’t been with a straight b*tch since 2017
how she say she hate d*ck and still take it for the team
nice girl to settle down, no i like my b*tches mean
androgynous traits dyed hair and angel number rings
222 333
i text her at 222 to come see me
and she gon come through through through to do those things
you wouldn’t even see in r*kelly’s wildest dreams
look at the end of the day n0body know my pain
shawty tryna figure me out now here we go again
lover boy regardless even when the ice flow in my veins
afraid i feel too much spent the last four days trying not to blow my brains
better off alone better off alone
when i get parts of my soul people acting like they own me
don’t control me baby hold me nevermind need some sp*ce
but it’s hard to tell you no when my hands around your waist
drove that whole night home no music playing on the radio
lonesome on the highway thinking why’d i let my baby go?
i’m selfish i can’t help it falling in and out of love
maybe we can meet again i’ll be asking god above
think in another life i might’ve enjoyed everything we had
if i hadn’t absorbed all this trauma from mom and dad
if western culture hadn’t motivated me to get a bag
we’d be in the country watching our little children play tag
d*mn
haven’ been with a straight b*tch since 2017
how she say she hate d*ck yet the biggest one is me
wasn’t tryna hurt n0body but i gotta chase these dreams
w’s in the air baby we working for the cream
cash rules everything around me
till i make a milly i ain’t ever sleeping soundly
blue collar boy work ethic is astounding
it’s that low quality gang breaking necks and breaking bounties
b*tch
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