[Intro]
Said, “I love you”
More than nothing else
I love you
But I can’t love you
If I don’t love myself
Oh
Said I
Honey, I do babe
I do
Said, “I love”
Who you really wanna be with out there?
Is it really him or me
Said, “I love, I love you girl”
Baby, I do, honey, I do
Oh, yeah
Boys and girls, you all hear that?
It’s a heatwave
Heatwave going on outside
So I walk so high
Heatwave, heatwave, heat
Not all survived
Said, “I love”
We are being too cruel to mother nature
Heatwave, hеatwave
So we must surrendеr
[Verse]
I got zero limits in your premises, I promise I’ma take your whole division
Muy delicioso, run it back like DJ Oso, you not close to where the kid is
I got zero limits in your premises, I promise I’ma take your whole division
I'm me, I'm wit' it
Follow me if you’re wit’ it
I don’t need an instrumental, I don’t need a extra pencil, all I needed was my mental, I don’t need no residential, I don’t need to wet no whistle, all I want is confidential
I mean all I want is confidence
I got a chick slobbin’ it out of Providence
I don’t belong, do belong where I prolly been
Well you don't gotta be mad, be monogamist
I mean the option is, cup the balls, stroke the shaft, like the top-in shit
I'm kinda toxic kid, Andymilinokis-ish, got a little naus-e-ous
And now I’m back, this isn't in Atlanta, call my Uber hop in the back
I hope you understand, I’m just a man and I’ve been distracted
Heard you with another nigga now and I'm on your tracks strapped with a gat in all black
And I mash on the gas it’s all bad, Michael Jackson
I’m mad and I’m sad bout’ to crash ‘cause I had it
This world is so cold as I’m older I know and I’m folding my shoulders my heart on Alaska
Your ass in the van kick his ass on the ave and I blast 'em
I blast ‘em, I blast ‘em
Give a fuck what you did want you back, I'm your magnet
Not mad that you stagnant, not mad bout the static, not mad you’re an addict
But you became the Devil’s advent
After all the time my ass spent
Never thought twice, my cash spent
Always came through when I knew you did not have rent
Always kept a thick hoe back bent
Peep game with the no glasses
I graduated with no classes
I got flow hit like Cassius
A free soul with no masters (Masters, masters, masters)
Heatwave was written by Raury & Mr. DJ & William Linton.
Heatwave was produced by Raury & Mr. DJ & Willie Linton.