City girl

[Intro]
I love you, Funeral

[Verse 1: September Savior]
Passin' by your city, you should come and kick it with me (And um)
I think you pretty, girl, like somethin' out of videos
Of sunsets, they beautiful, that's you, girl, that's true
If it ain't me, then who? I'on want a damn thing but you
All facts, and where my mind at?
Can we push time back, rewind that, let's climax times two
I can't, but I wish that I love you too
But I won't hold my breath, my face might turn blue

[Verse 2: Lil Boom]
Uh, sittin' back and relaxin'
Try to ask her, what happened
Through these disputes I can't add up, wasn't good at mathematics
Cause' I'm a fuckin' bastard, a fuckin' ugly bastard
But that shit give you the incentive just to love me faster
Reminiscin' and smokin' shrooms
Things arе different, who woulda knew?
This light-skin bitch brеak me in two and turn me into solitude
Smokin' dope to ease the mood
I'm hot inside it's for my stress
Deep down hard on my mental health for the people who seem to know me best
Take a moment and know myself
Can't break, gotta control myself
Sometimes I lose myself
Can't hold in, just lose my breath
I'm sittin' back drinkin' Minute Maid
I don't got time for lemonade
I don't got time for you and yo' shit
I don't got time for you and yo' games
I don't know why I'm still in this place
She came for sex, so she left today
That bitch say she want me to wait
I told her, "I don't got time for dates"
I wrote this verse right here for you
I wrote this verse right here for you
But only to tell you, "Fuck you"
But only to tell you, "Fuck you"
Wrote this verse right here for you
I wrote this verse right here for you
Only to tell you, "Fuck you"
Only to tell you, "Fuck you"

[Verse 3: September Savior]
Take off, let's go to the north
Oh, bitch, fuck my heart to the core
Come around, I been feelin' that lonely
[?] playin' games [?] score
Cannot fold, and I know
These bitches want more than my love
Cannot trust, cause I'm stuck
But you know that I can't give up
I cannot function, you on some fuck shit
I cannot text with no dumb bitch
I'm better off tryna get dumb rich

[Interlude/Beat Switch]
Ayy, man, you simpin' over bitches, nigga? We hold no thots all 2018, know what the fuck goin' on

[Verse 4: September Savior]
Chain swing, I'ma switch lanes cause I'm finna pass by yo' city
Back road, doin' sixty in fifty
In DM's, I be callin' you pretty
I'm the man, then again
All this shit gotta come to a end
Fuck you, I ain't fuck wit' your friends
Love you, get broken again, damn
That's how it goes, you never know
Sick of ya flow, I gotta focus
My mind fucked up from the dope and I'm hopeless
I roll up dope and
Passin' by your city, want you to know this, uh (I love you, Funeral)