LOVELESS Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

[Intro]
(Blaccy know where you looking)
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k (B!tch ass n!gga)

[Verse]
Why you let them stomp your heart? Why they play with you?
Treat ’em the same way how they come, do what they would do
Day to day, I’m on the move  (Fu*k)
She tryna’ argue, I don’t got time, I just swiftly move
They better not get jumped, they gon’ be in here yelling
Put these racks in my hoodie, they in my belly
You ain’t no veteran, they thought you was ready

Should’ve think twice when I thinked ’bout bringing you
‘Fore I push up, I examine that link-up
Park down the road, I sit for a minute
I went MIA, I know it been a minute
Three different states, three different cities
I know they gon’ hate, they think that we winning
She know what I’ma say, she finish the sentence
Come around this way, your whip get dented
I wasn’t in school, I was always suspended
What’s the vibe? This a vibe check
Everybody want you to send they attention, I’m just tryna chill
She tryna lock in with me, I ain’t even tryna do that
Rubberband the racks, they can’t fu*king move
I be high, I’m sitting in the attic, I’m really sitting on the roof (Sitting on the roof)
I’m tryna get a big house so I could get lost in it
Scared at night, you keep on the light
Don’t listen to me, I don’t know what’s right
I need to get right, I keep missing flights
I ain’t even put on no drip, but they bite
Whatever in my cup, it took me to the sky
I ain’t got fire, my drip got fire
I don’t need you, I can walk with the fire
Better remove shoes at the yo’, this my second hous
ot too geeked on the ‘za, had to put it out
You don’t come outside, you look out the window

Fu*k
They just stopped the music, said the party over (Party over)
Ghetto hoes drunk driving, you get ran over (Ran over)
N!gga hear shots, n!gga on timing
Box smoked out, it’s a cloud in it (It’s a cloud in it)
Now you think you got superpowers, what the fu*k you smoking? (What the fu*k?)
Lil’ twin said the plug don’t wanna meet him
I think I got a date, we link this evening
I know he got some’ coming, he keep on cheesing
Them folks ain’t got no feelings, they like, “Whatever happens”

[Outro]
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
Fu*k, fu*k