"WAIT FOR ME" lyrics
"WAIT FOR ME"
Ay, ay, been pushed to the side
Want me to look in your eyes, nigga
I can't even look in the mirror
I been lost in my mind with the devil screaming
Hoping that you hear it
Wash my soul away in the ocean with the spirits
I be focused 'cause I'm near it
6'3 black boy, judge me off appearance
But I'm way too grown to be running them errands
I don't know what's colder
My heart or my reflection in this puddle that I stare in
Subtle when he air you
I popped the bubble, now these niggas feeling scared
A lot of trouble with this pigment that I'm wearing
And not for nothing, niggas isn't what I'm hearing
'Cause I know a lot of niggas didn't wanna see me here
But I'm here so how I'm gonna play it when the game done?
And where I'm gon' be sitting when the chair fall?
I bet we sitting underneath the same sun
We might not really be together right now
But maybe I could reach you when the day done
So if you wanna see me, you should say some
So if you wanna see me, you should say some
Please, if you wanna see me, you should say some
Writer(s): Mike Tramp
- AZLyrics
- M
- MIKE Lyrics
EP:
"BY THE WATER" (2017)
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