We should get together not no coffee
I guess I jus' gotta say I'm sorry, yeah
I could see I know you getting salty
All the shit I'm thinkin' sort of harm me
All this shit I know n' I'm still comin' to the party
Just fuck that

I pop out emotion n' you rob me
Lay me down n' do not do it softly (do it softly)
We should get together not no coffee, yeah
I guess I jus' gotta say I'm sorry, yeah
I could see I know you getting salty
(that you gettin' salty)
All the shit I'm thinkin' sort of harm me
All this shit I know n' I'm still comin' to the party, yeah

She got the lime out with Bacardi (Bacardi)
Fail to put it down
she sip it up like it was barley (barley)
I know he don't like me
I know he about to mark me ('bout to mark me)
I could barely care n' when I do I stress it hardly (hardly)
I walk in the door I got the bands out (bands out)
Gucci, Louis, Fendi; I won't hesitate to ball out (ball out)
Came thru in a foreign glossy brown that bitch in park now
Ion' like attention only comin' if it's dark out (yuh)

Only comin' if its dark out
I jus' killed the roach I hit the snow n' put the spark out
When I'm on my own it seem that non this shit is hard now
I jus' put some percs inside my drink
n' now I'm far out (now I'm far out)

Took a lot to recharge me (recharge me)
I pop out emotion n' you rob me (rob me)
Lay me down n' do not do it softly
We should get together not no coffee, yeah
I guess I jus' gotta say I'm sorry (I'm sorry) , yeah
I could see I know you getting salty
(that you getting salty)
All the shit I'm thinkin' sort of harm me
All this shit I know n' I'm still comin' to the party

Took a lot to recharge me (recharge me)
I pop out emotion n' you rob me (rob me)
Lay me down n' do not do it softly (no)
We should get together not no coffee, yeah
I guess I jus' gotta say I'm sorry (say I'm sorry) , yeah
I could see I know you getting salty
All the shit I'm thinkin' sort of harm me (it just harms me)
All this shit I know n' I'm still comin' to the party

She got the lime out with Bacardi
Fail to put it down she sip it up like it was barley
I know he don't like me I know he about to mark me
I could barely care n' when I do I stress it hardly
I walk in the door I got the bands out
Gucci, Louis, Fendi; I won't hesitate to ball out
Came thru in a foreign glossy brown that bitch in park now
Ion' like attention only comin' if it's dark out