Paul Russell Via Text

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Stick in yo' lane, that's that
This mess is a game, that's facts
And I'll keep the change, for that hat
You've been insane since like back in the day
Oh snap, but thank you for snaps around three
I never reply 'cause there ain't nothing to see
So just keep all the lies under yo' breath, under yo' teeth
'cause we in the mix, isn't it? isn't it? wait.

I can't keep you in check
So tell yo' mama 'bout the tattoos up to your neck
Or wear a collar if it goes with the burgundy keds
And tell yo' father that yo' night out wasn't the best from what I see via text
I can't keep you in check
So tell yo' mama 'bout the tattoos up to your neck
Or wear a collar if it goes with the burgundy keds
And tell yo' father that yo' night out wasn't the best from what I see via text
Aye, from what I see via text
From what I see via text.

We don't talk no more, all we really do nowadays is text
We don't- I don't know, tryna figure out who knows me best
We don't talk, guess a whole lot of that has been caught
Guess a long time, baby, I've been off behind emoji icons
I've been hidin', private island
Camo jacket for the long sleeves on a private beach takin' fire like
I'm under siege, saving private ryan
I'm so tired, still I'm tryin'
Tattoos showin', but mama ain't seen 'em yet
No more hidin', if truth is the vehicle, I've been
On this roller coaster for too long, tryna see what I should focus
Thinkin' why mom and dad never got a long, see it's not you, it's my fault
These tattoos, they go deep to the bloodstream
They my art, they my stamps on my passport
Last stop 'fore I fall apart, yeah, the disfunction
Keeps me intact 'cause I'm disgruntled
And this ink is what I run to, why am I this way?
See 'cause I want to, stop it
Tryna change me, I'm this way, nobody can tame me
Aren't we all a little bit insane? so don't dismiss me or call me crazy lately.

I can't keep you in check
So tell yo' mama 'bout the tattoos up to your neck
Or wear a collar if it goes with the burgundy keds
And tell yo' father that yo' night out wasn't the best from what I see via text
I can't keep you in check
So tell yo' mama 'bout the tattoos up to your neck
Or wear a collar if it goes with the burgundy keds
And tell yo' father that yo' night out wasn't the best from what I see via text
Aye, from what I see via text
From what I see via text.