STICKY

Got something to say, don't ya?

God put a lot of weight on ya

But got good things on the way, don't ya?

We don't do dates normally

You've known your place, always

But I can't relate no way, no way

It's enough when I don't know which team you wanna play on

Move with caution, my heart was on my sleeve, now it's hidden

I know you lost, and you don't know what to do by yourself

Once things get sticky here

No, I can't stick around

How it go from holding it down

To now you're holding me down?

You left your hickeys, yeah

You left your cigarettes

You left your heart with them

You post like you 'bout it, 'bout it

But how is you broke?

I know you was fucking with him

So how is he bro?

You don't get mixy with friends

Yeah, you with the smoke

5 percent tints on the Benz

So you know how it goes

Grabbed my stick like you shifting the gears

Put it right in your throat

Go again, and again, and again

And again till the morning

Who knew you do it like this

You said no one important

Seen I'm out and somewhere with your friends

Now you mad though

What's her name was all up in my space

I could've bagged her

If I weren't so sick of my player ways

I would've bagged her

Told me meet me this time at her place

Like I had to

Wish I could've seen the look on your face

When you found out

Nothing happened, still I keep my place

In your mind now

You act like certain things can be erased

But they can't though

Furthest thing from perfect, next to you

I'm a saint though

It's enough when I don't know which team you wanna play on

Move with caution, my heart was on my sleeve, now it's hidden

I know you lost, and you don't know what to do by yourself

Once things get sticky here

No, I can't stick around

How it go from holding it down

To now you're holding me down

You left your hickeys yeah

You left your cigarettes

You left your heart with them

You post like you 'bout it, 'bout it

But how is you broke?

I know you was fucking with him

So how is he bro?

You don't get mixy with friends

Yeah, you with the smoke

5 percent tints on the Benz

So you know how it goes

Grabbed my stick like you shifting the gears

Put it right in your throat

Go again, and again, and again

And again till the morning

Who knew you do it like this

You said no one important