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Strangers

Album: Kyle Richh Durasi: 3:33

Yeah, yeah, ah

In a different book, on a different page

You said you are different, but you're the same (grrah)

Mutual feelings, you feel what I feel

Stranger (grrah)

ZOE UP (grrah)

Only the real can relate (like what?)

At the top, we don't care 'bout your view (like damn)

Fuck them bitches, I'm all about you (like what?)

Why do you treat me the way that you do?

If I went back to the bottom, is you really ridin' it through?

Like, why is you hiding the truth?

Flexin' the shit I was buying for you

Everyone wanna feel some love

Can't see my bro, he got limited visits

Know he good every crib that he been in

Like, on the phone with unlimited minutes

And if the energy off, I'ma feel it

She get the trust after we met at the function

80 degrees, we can go to the beach

Roll up a spliff while we watching the sunset

Like, let's have a talk

Open up, let me get in your mental

I don't want you to see me for my money, like

I want the love to be real

Tryna see if she solid for real

Mutual feelings, you feel what I feel

Grrah, like, if I crash, is you grabbin' the wheel?

Keep it a buck, bitch, what is you doin' for me?

Got myself, it ain't nothing I need

Like, if I lose it, is you gonna leave?

Damn, I'm damaged, don't judge

Heart broke, we can fix it with trust

Like-like, damn, I miss you too

But she pretty, I can't get enough

Only the real can relate

At the top, we don't care 'bout your view

Fuck them bitches, I'm all about you

Why do you treat me the way that you do?

If I went back to the bottom, is you really ridin' it through?

Like, why is you hiding the truth?

Flexin' the shit I was buying for you

Fuck this love, I can't tell if it's true

Double back, she gon' times it by two

In the stu' with my tool, I'ma talk in the booth

And that bitch not a lover from my point of view

Grrah, where the fuck is you at?

When I'm calling her phone, she not calling me back

Said, "This bitch on my body, she got me attached"

Fuck these feelings, I got in my bag

We could go tick for tack, I would still never lack

On her body, she on timing, but I could tell it's an act

If she just want me for the buck, then that dumb bitch is outta luck

I keep my feelings in the cut, now, that shit twinning with my gun

Grrah, mix Sprite with Triss

Come here, one more kiss

Only feel safe with my hand on your hip

If they talking, I don't give a shit (like, damn)

Like, said, "I don't give a fuck"

I don't know, but you're losing my trust

Like, I don't know if it's love, or it's lust

Keep it a buck, bitch, what is you doin' for me?

Got myself, it ain't nothing I need

Like, if I lose it, is you gonna leave?

Damn, I'm damaged, don't judge

Heart broke, we can fix it with trust

Like-like, damn, I miss you too

But she pretty, I can't get enough

Since you left I've been stuck in a wreck

Like, it's only me and my gun

I get high and just stare at the sun

Like I told Carter boy to put Wock in my cup

I told Tata put Wock in my blunt

Like, roll up a spliff to forget

Keep a G, it's not just to protect

Nig-niggas dying, I cannot be next

Grrah, call her phone when she gettin' me vexed

Like, how the fuck you don't answer my text?

I be sitting and thinking like "We've been a mess"

But, you really do it the best

I don't know who would love me if I was still popped

Probably off of the drugs, know you want me to stop

You be buggin' you do it a lot

Like you too pretty to be such a thot

She even knows you do that a lot

She be acting and switching the plot

She only see me for shit that I got

Like, is it the money or not?

If I'm not around, is you gonna be holding it down?

'Til the day that I rot

Like, please just make me proud

Yeah, yeah, ah

Please just make me proud

Yeah, yeah, ah