Double Standards Lyrics

Do you hear when I call

Sunday morning, make me feel new

Coffee, I don't want to be used

I would steady change for you

Running round in circles, got me jumping through loops

Guess I got things to prove

And I'll be there, still things I'm going through

Guess I got things to prove

Guess I got these things to prove now

We smoked up all the way call it doja

Bitches gone be bitches, think I care now

I've been on a wave, highway California

Bitch what you want from me like no

Aye, made it out of nothing and I'm proud now

I just fucked the whole game up now

Fuck that shit up like I told ya

Bitch I never needed no handout

They gone try and tell you what it's all about

But really they ain't no shit what it's all about

Like I'm a pick the whole thing up shit

Like I'm a smoke the whole thing in public

Or maybe fuck the world like fuck it

So now I'm Rollin these blunts

And I just made it go up

She said that I ain't shit

And now she tryna call like

Do you hear when I call

Sunday morning, make me feel new

Coffee, I don't want to be used

I would steady change for you

Running round in circles, got me jumping through loops

Guess I got things to prove

And I'll be there, still things I'm going through

Guess I got things to prove

Guess I got all these things to prove

Like I've been uptown tryna get it through you

And how you gone avoid me when it's all you

And how you not picking up when I call you

But it's alright ima be alright

Seven-thirty bitch I miss my flight

And I've been drinking hell a with you all night

Call it what you want, I'm damn sprung

I'm a be ok

Trying to wake me up like it's a Sunday

And there no sign of blue I'm a bit sprung

Friday night lights, yeah and I know it's wrong