Too much sun in LA

[Chorus: McClenney]
Left on read, too bad
Love don't speak like that
We never been like that
Don't hit me when you need me, nah
Left on read, too bad (Too bad)
Love don't speak like that (Like that)
Give me the weekend, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'll hit you when I need to, yeah? (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Chris McClenney]
Too much sun in LA
Another excuse to flake (Yeah)
Heard that a million ways in all my hours wasted
Running around with you
You're on your agenda shit
You make it out the valley shit
The Soho Cali shit
You fooled me once, never twice in the meantime
You fool me once, never twice in the meantime

[Chorus: McClenney]
Left on read, too bad
Love don't speak like that
We never been like that
Don't hit me when you need me, nah
Left on read, too bad (Too bad)
Love don't speak like that (Like that)
Give me the weekend, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'll hit you when I need to, yeah? (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Chris McClenney]
Tell me, what you really want from me?
Tell me, what you really want from me?
Tell me, what you really want from me?
Tell me, what you want?

[Verse 2: CHIKA]
Look, are you really feelin' me?
I question if you wanna deal with me
Honestly, I know I can be a handful at times
But I feel like your presence was healin' me
Keep it two Virgils, give me a sign
Give me a reason, give me a rhyme
For me not to leave, I know you a dime
But I don't believe in wastin' my time
I got niggas who want me around
Pressure to pull up on ready and lay that shit down
They say that I'm sprung off somebody who's so unavailable
Feel like she never in town
Are on the go or just on the run?
I feel like you're gone as quick as you come
But I just want a love for the summertime
Guess I'll save my heart for another time
Why you disappear like that? My love be free
I don't wanna wait around, no, can't be me right now
I'ma need some TLC, like, now
I'm a baller, need an MVP, like, how did we get this far, girl?
Wonderin' who just you are girl?
Whenever I start to regret you, I promise I'll play this shit back in the car, girl

[Chorus: McClenney, CHIKA]
Left on read, too bad
Love don't speak like that
We never been like that (We never been like that)
Don't hit me when you need me, nah
Left on read, too bad (Too bad, too bad)
Love don't speak like that (Like that)
Give me the weekend, yeah (Give me the weekend)
I'll hit you when I need to, yeah? (Yeah)