"Wynwood" lyrics

How can I make you happy?

'95 South, ain't got no good memories
This a horror story, no happy endin'
That double R Ghost my reflection
I'ma haunt you until you forgive me
Ayy, I get tired of lovin' on you for an hour
Just to have to drive back forty minutes
Bitch, I hit the bed, get in a jet
But you drainin' me wit' all these questions

Now I ain't comin' to Wynwood to see you
You get drunk and act damn near evil
Want to talk it out for wrong reasons
I'm mad I even made you feel like I need you
Bitch, my lil' red out in Port Antigua
Block me on WhatsApp because I don't see it
I'm here wit' you fightin' all of yo' demons
If I told Michelle, she'd probably leave me

I know that ain't Robb tryin' to work out a problem
I know that ain't Femto tryin' to cuff lil' mama
I know that ain't Robb fucked up by the dime
'Member that, ain't right
Bum ass homegirls in yo' head all the time
They tryin' to judge me like I don't treat you right
This ain't Death Row, you can go All Eyez, for real
Baby, you knew I been thuggin' since a baby, nigga
Bitches want to talk it out (Facts)
Baby, you was born in the 80s (Trick)
How the fuck you ain't grow up by now? (Bitch)
You said I'm the man of yo' dreams (Bitch)
Bitch, you better wake up now (Pfft)
That shit was my therapy but you ain't got patience to wait for me
So who the fuck I'm finna talk to now?
Ask me, I'm the closest thing to Clark Kent
And Bruce Wayne mixed wit' Harvey Dent
Two of the faces, I put on my wrist
The third one I had gave to yo' bitch
How the fuck I'm in L.A. gettin' cat scans
And yo' dog ass textin' about wristbands
And how I'm by myself way in Culver City
And you wasn't wit' me, just being petty, for real (Nigga, nigga)
Ayy, that's for- (Yeah, nigga)
Lil' mama, love her to death, always in yo' corner (For real though)
Bitches will fuck yo' whole shit up (430)
I can't live without her, I can't live wit' her, (Nigga)
All this shit feels like a setup (Nigga)
Thought I told you

Now I ain't comin' to Wynwood to see you
You get drunk and act damn near evil
Want to talk it out for wrong reasons
I'm mad I even made you feel like I need you
Bitch, my lil' red out in Port Antigua
Block me on WhatsApp because I don't see it
I'm here wit' you fightin' all of yo' demons
If I told Michelle, she'd probably leave me

Pfft, bum ass homegirls in yo' head all the time
They tryin' to judge me like I don't treat you right
This ain't Death Row, you can go All Eyez