Pen Pals Lyrics

I peeped your phone call

I let the phone ring

On the account of all this pain that my phone bring

Gave you more real estate than Dennis Rodman's nose ring

And now you need more space? You like a dope fein

And now you back but shit I'm out of patience

Every time I told you how I felt you steady switching up the conversation

I gotta say the feeling's not amazing

So this is it ain't no contemplation

I really don't wanna leave

But it seems I have no other choice

I got a weakness that you love to exploit

I know I said I would wait

But I really think you missing the point

I'm hypnotized by the sound of your voice

That's the reason I been letting shit slide steady getting annoyed

This that shit I really tried to avoid

Because I ain't even trying to play with you

Because I ain't a toy

And these haters can't keep up with the boy

I still pray for you

Even though I don't got nothing else to say to you

I really had dreams of hopping in a wraith with you

Get a crib

Filling up the safe with you

And if you don't believe me now then you never will

Got no more gas to hold you up because my pedal still

And now all I'm trying to do is get a couple mill

Like it's a done deal

Hella backwood smoke up in my apartment

Depression at an all time high look what you started

I tried to play that role but it's really not my department

Like what I gotta pay for attention?

What you charging?

Because I don't get it

You call then we don't speak for a month

I ain't with it

Then you come back as soon as you see me running up digits

I told you what it was

And I told you my position

So it's you that needs to be specific

Saint

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