Bad Timing

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Afta...Hill
Woah

[Verse]
Spit that old shit
Spit that from that soul shit
Been unassociated with some old friend
And oh this, crown weigheth heavy on my head
Overthinking til I’m full of sorry, Jameson and dread, and a couple Zed’s
A couple woman that I swear I should know better than
To fuck around and get involved with, she sends me texts
Them naked pictures broke that previous relation up
Come lay in bed with me, at this point yelling batter up
Foul foul, I did you dirty, you strike my worry
At least I hit it, but now I’m in need of something urgent
SOS, I’m feeling stressed I need your sex
But she know better, no milligram sinning in my bed
I wanna layup, smoke with you and play a couples songs
Straight from my soul, I ain’t a player but
I fuck a lot
I don’t mean many of woman but often with you
Imma remember just talking to you
On some baby I’m worried you waking at two
These days my slumber is hard to come by
I’m steering clear of problems on road like the front tires
I remember this one time
Blunted in a studio, dumb high
Asking V what’s happening with shorties on the front lines
He said eyes wider than that one guy
Kubrick? yeah fill the room with mad dimes
Like porno flicks, she drops her drawls like “bad time?”
It's only bad timing 'til I come and get behind you