Rush Lyrics

I don't know how to love, too turned up to give no fuck

And my bitch, she feels the rush

Whenever we kiss and touch

Oh, the rush, oh, the rush

Why do you act like that?

You're calling on my phone, baby, I ain't coming back

You should've known when you left me in the past

I'm on my own, I'm smoking all my gas

I've been in a dropped top Benz with my friends

I've been running up my money, ran out of rubber bands

Too many people calling my phone, lil' bitch, you know I don't have a lot of friends

Too many people sneaking and faking on me, I gotta act on the defense

On the defense

I don't know how to love, too turned up to give no fuck

My bitch, she feels the rush whenever we kiss and touch

And I feel the lust, baby, we don't have to rush

And I don't really know how to give my love to you

My bitch, she's mad as fuck and I know I let you go

And then she's calling on my phone, she tells me don't let go

And I'm tryna keep you close but you're doing the most, baby

I ain't gonna let you drive me mad, crazy, lavish

My bitch, my bitch, the baddest, so I know the bitch, she's bragging

Run up on my hundreds, my pockets fuckin' sagging

I've been rocking Mike Amiri jeans

My bitch, she's the baddest, she told me, "Can you keep it clean?"

In the Benz, yeah, in the high speed

And my friends, yeah, we keep it low-key

My bitch is the baddest, fuck, you know she's starting to feel me

Took my bitch overseas, I gotta get receipts

I let you beat it, our love in these rides

Move like an angel, I love when we fight

But tell me, baby, why are you surprised?

I'm living lavish, lavish, bitch, you know this is a high life, high life, high life

Are you with me for the night?

High life

I need myself a ride or die

Guess my bitch, she's mad as fuck, be satisfied

And I know, oh girl, I know

That you're really tryna keep me close

On the low, on the low

You keep blowing up my phone, you do the most

I don't know how to love

Too turned up to give no fuck

My bitch, she feels the rush

Whenever we be kissing, touching

I feel the lust, baby, we don't have to rush

And I don't really know how to give my love to you

My bitch, she's so sad, guess I did let her go

She's blowing up my phone, she tells me, "Don't let go"

I'm tryna keep you close, but you're doing the most

So I guess it's our time to let you go