Houston

I'm getting sick of the crying

Shawty wanna hit my phone

Tell em I'm better alone

I be better if I keep you away

Want to me change baby your late

So many chips we be dipping the lays

You thinking you fly we been catching delays

I tell her let's go out the Houston

Girl you can lean on me I wont screw ya

I just wanna chopped when I'm screwed up

When the smoke here I gotta new heart

My Brodie he love the keys call em Mozart