Brand New Freestyle Songtext
von Cal Scruby

Brand new, you brand new, huh? Ok

Brand new, you brand new
Telling me it′s over, I don't understand you
Telling me you sober, I could smell the red wine
I don′t need closure, I'll tell you ten times
I never send signs, I send direct messages
Ain't lying, no love just best wishes
That′s why I don′t spend time with my ex bitches
Don't get your head twisted like the exorcist

Look, I know you don′t like any scary movies
I know you want the candid, romantic and very boujee
I know you want the $20 gluten free organic banana and berry smoothie
To be honest for a beggar you very choosie
But from the moment that your friend introduced me
Girl you already seduced me
I can tell the ass a lil fat and you say you independent
But I bet you couldn't spell it without webbie and Boosie


Ordering the sushi you don′t reach for the bill
I probably should've went and got you pizza for real
I probably should′ve said I never wanna meet you for real
But you were dressing like you got a list of people to kill
Now you stepping out the shower before you apply the powder
I don't think you know what you could do with that power
And none of that's fake, whole body getting ached
Shaped like an hour glass with an extra half hour

Hoping we can last ten minutes at least
It′s a different game when you get in the sheets
You gotta shoot that thing with a different release
But not like it′s Ben Simmons for three
I'm pulling up like a splash bro
She looking like Arianna but where the Grande ass though
She tryna push on my buttons, I′m like this ain't smash bros
She can have whatever she want
Except for the passcode, except for my passcode

Brand new, you brand new, huh?
Well girl, I want that old thing back
Brand new, oh you brand new, huh?
Well girl I want that old thing back

You spilling red wine on my Helmet Lang
Nowadays I don′t believe you when you tell me things
I'm tryna help you and you taking it the wrong way
It′s been a long day, I started off light liquor with the Bombay
I'm switching over, dark liquor this the ombré


Girl tell me where you at I'm tired of interacting over apps
Maybe we can have a chat over entrees
Don′t try to throw me a curve cause I′m the type that'll hit it
I see you type out the message and then decide not to send it
See you the type to get jealous but not the type to admit it
I bet you hate the thought of my body on somebody different

And I got my own problems
You drama knocking at my door like it′s a soap opera
You start an argument and I don't want no part of it
So I just let you in like you the motherfuckin Globe Trotters
And now you acting all

Brand new you brand new huh?
Well girl I want that old thing back
Brand new oh you brand new huh?
Well girl I want that old thing back