Dramatic

[Intro: Baku & Ayesha Erotica]
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(You make me an addict)
(You make me an addict)
Who the fuck you textin'? Hide your phone before I sm—
Oh, you make me an addict
Oh, and I know that’s tragic
No, and we can still make magic
Woah, so baby, stop being dramatic

[Verse 1: kuudere]
It's just you and I tonight, oh, no, you're the one
Some stars go up, some fall, and I’m out your head
You were there all along, in my head, just like a song
I'm dramatic, d-d-dramatic, love you like an addict
M-m-my heart hurts, baby, you can help it
I'll do anything to make you mine
Yeah, kiss me like the first time, every time

[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica]
You smell like kerosene and Helly Hansen
Won't stop that fake romancin'
What's it take to get you dancin'?
I'm tryna see you hit that SpongeBob
You be singing in them songs
You be standing in your wrongs
Like you ain’t afraid to do ’em
When I know, it's not real
’Cause amphetamines keep tellin' how you feel
You ain't tryna settle down with no bitch, I know the deal
With my heart, you play around, and for that, I'll get you killed
Yeah, you know my brothers died for me, my dues are tied for me
Playing, like I saw you drop your pen, and then lay flags for me
Boy, quit playing games, put a ring on, and let’s get goin'
'Cause if I snap back tomorrow, then, you know I'm back to hoing

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
Now, you know I'm a little bit dramatic, you're a little tragic
Pull the thunder shades up, boy, I'm tryna make some magic
Loyalty, you have it, 'cause you make me an addict
Who the fuck you textin'? Hide your phone before I smash it

[Verse 3: Baku]
Before you call me (Call me)
Let me know it's okay to keep calling you "darling" (Darling)
Before the party (Party)
Send me the addy, so we can drop some molly (Some molly)
You call me every single day and night (Night)
You're stalking every single girl I try (Try)
Well, you're talking to every single guy in sight (In sight)
Nonstopping, to everything, I think it's right (It's right)
Hands up, body swinging side to side
Gotta lift a forty, now I cannot get enough
Where the hell is Richard? Oh, ooh, I'm not the one
Baby, grab my hand, and let's go have some fun

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
You're just a little bit dramatic, you're a little tragic
Pull the thunder shades up, boy, I'm tryna make some magic
Lo-loyalty, you have it, 'cause you make me an addict
Who the fuck you textin'? Hide your phone before I sm—
You're just a little bit dramatic, you're a little tragic
Pull the thunder shades up, boy, I'm tryna make some magic
Loyalty, you have it, 'cause you make me an addict
Who the fuck you textin'? Hide your phone before I smash it

[Outro: Ayesha Erotica]
Hide your phone before I smash it (Smash it, smash it)
(Phone-phone-phone before I smash it)
(Smash it, smash it)
(Phone-phone-phone before I smash it)
(Smash it, smash it)
(Phone-phone-phone before I smash it)
(A little bit dramatic, tragic)
Dramatic, I'm tryna make some magic
'Cause you make me an addict
Dramatic, hide your phone before I smash it