Ransom Songtext
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Ransom Songtext
Holidays in California, quite strange
The high chain with the sightseein′
I'm just adjustin′ to the prize-change
The truth is I'm just in a better prize-range
The Saint Laurents and the dice game
That's just flatter, that′s just sky slang
I′m just ballin', I′m ballin, I'm really ballin′
Strip club like I'm tryna win a Heisman
They applause first, then the spite came
Tryna kill my pain in a Sprite can
The top off in a strange way, I′m tryna fight fame
I might still sharin' my location with you
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you
Fuck it up way too much
Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you′re in your short skirt and your heels
And you′re not in your feels
I cover the bills
Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don't reply
And you text and I just don′t answer
It don't mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don′t pay ransom
Oh, darlin', you don′t say bye
And I don't wanna speak out of anger
I won't be held for ransom, I′m too handsome
Look
What you say on the way, tryna pray, have faith
From the temple, extra ordinary brain, gotta say, ayy
You look so excited, I can tell by your face
But to me it′s just an ordinary day
You want me to take a vacation with you
You just better hope I stay patient with you
We gon' need some de-escalation, can you talk to me nice?
I got you a gift, but you fuck it up way too much
The situation way too us, won′t peace like deuce up, why your dukes up?
I'm tryna drown my pain in a fuckin′ two cup
Lost too many niggas, I ain't tryna lose touch
Am I still sharin′ my location with you?
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you
Fuck it up way too much
Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you're short skirt and your heels
And you′re not in your feels
I cover the bills
Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don′t reply
And you text and I just don't answer
It don′t mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don't pay ransom
You walk out and you don′t say bye (Bye)
And I don't wanna speak out of anger
I won′t be held for ransom
I'm too handsome
The high chain with the sightseein′
I'm just adjustin′ to the prize-change
The truth is I'm just in a better prize-range
The Saint Laurents and the dice game
That's just flatter, that′s just sky slang
I′m just ballin', I′m ballin, I'm really ballin′
Strip club like I'm tryna win a Heisman
They applause first, then the spite came
Tryna kill my pain in a Sprite can
The top off in a strange way, I′m tryna fight fame
I might still sharin' my location with you
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you
Fuck it up way too much
Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you′re in your short skirt and your heels
And you′re not in your feels
I cover the bills
Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don't reply
And you text and I just don′t answer
It don't mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don′t pay ransom
Oh, darlin', you don′t say bye
And I don't wanna speak out of anger
I won't be held for ransom, I′m too handsome
Look
What you say on the way, tryna pray, have faith
From the temple, extra ordinary brain, gotta say, ayy
You look so excited, I can tell by your face
But to me it′s just an ordinary day
You want me to take a vacation with you
You just better hope I stay patient with you
We gon' need some de-escalation, can you talk to me nice?
I got you a gift, but you fuck it up way too much
The situation way too us, won′t peace like deuce up, why your dukes up?
I'm tryna drown my pain in a fuckin′ two cup
Lost too many niggas, I ain't tryna lose touch
Am I still sharin′ my location with you?
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have a rotation with you
I love you on occasion but you
Fuck it up way too much
Fuck it up way too much
You like to fight too much
You like to play too rough
I like when you're short skirt and your heels
And you′re not in your feels
I cover the bills
Oh, what a thrill, what a thrill
If you call and I don′t reply
And you text and I just don't answer
It don′t mean that I changed my mind
It just means that I don't pay ransom
You walk out and you don′t say bye (Bye)
And I don't wanna speak out of anger
I won′t be held for ransom
I'm too handsome
Writer(s): Lee Stashenko, Carlos St. John Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
