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One, one, one

Talkin’ in my sleep at night
Makin’ myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Wrote it down and read it out
Hopin’ it would save me
(Too many times, too many times)
Oh, he makes me feel like nobody else
Nobody else
But my love, he doesn’t love me
So I tell myself, I tell myself

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself

I keep pushin’ forwards
But he keeps pullin’ me backwards
(Nowhere to turn, no way)
(Nowhere to turn, no)
Now I’m standing back from it
I finally see the pattern
(I never learn, I never learn)
But my love, he doesn’t loves me
So I tell myself, I tell myself
I do, I do, I do

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself

Practice makes perfect
I’m still tryna’ learn it by heart
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat it ’cause I (I, I, I)

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em (baby you know I count ’em)
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
You ain’t getting over him

[Intro: Tay-K & 21 Savage]
I’m Lil Tay-K, I don’t think you want no action (21, 21)
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well, let’s get to subtractin’
Smith & Wesson made my .9 with sub-compaction

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Fuck a beat, I was trynna beat her face (21)
Put it in your mouth, ugh how it taste? (lil’ bitch)
Backend nigga, that’s a 100k (on God)
Four shows, nigga I can buy a Wraith (skrrt skrrt)
My street cred platinum, ain’t nothin’ fake (21)
Pulled up to the Slut Walk with a K (bitch)
You a internet gangster, I’m a ape (21)
Young Savage, Zone 6, EA (on God)
Hundred round drum hangin’ off the drake (pew pew pew)
Instagram Live got him killed broad day (on God)
You can have the pussy, I want the face (21)
I ain’t tryna cuff you, I don’t want no case

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Verse 2: Tay-K]
Pimp gon’ be eatin’ good noodles every day
Bitch I’m drawin’ doodles, Tay-K paint the way
Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet
I woke up too moody, who gon’ die today?
Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfuckin’ face
We cookin’ up, boy, you don’t wanna go dat way
Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades
Gotta go dat way, boy you not gon’ be happy
I tote 50s, I’m a shooter like Young Pappy
Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson
We was plottin’, y’all was tryna get the pack in
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase

[Verse 3: Young Nudy]
You want the drama? We got the drama
For you and your folks, them (folks)
Whole lotta guns, whole lotta chopper
Whole lotta smoke for them (whole lotta smoke for them)
Whole lotta mothafuckin’ yellow tape
You don’t wanna smoke with them (you don’t wanna smoke)
That’s about me, young nigga from the streets
Straight up PDE (straight up)
Shoot a mothafucka straight up in the face, closed case
Nigga, ask bout me
Nigga, I’m so gutta with it, I’m slimin’
Young nigga, I get with it (I get with it)
I’m with the shits, is you with the shits?
Nigga I don’t think you with the shits (I don’t think you with the shits)
Do you got that stick? ‘Cause I tote that stick
Nigga, that’s some daily shit, yeah (daily shit)
I’ll pitaroll a nigga if I got to (pitaroll a nigga)
Nigga don’t make me pull this stick out, I might chop you (I might chop you)
Nigga poppin’ like some bitches
Go across your head and nigga you ain’t gon’ need no stitches (you ain’t gon’ need stitches)

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Intro: Tay-K & 21 Savage]
I’m Lil Tay-K, I don’t think you want no action (21, 21)
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well, let’s get to subtractin’
Smith & Wesson made my .9 with sub-compaction

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Fuck a beat, I was trynna beat her face (21)
Put it in your mouth, ugh how it taste? (lil’ bitch)
Backend nigga, that’s a 100k (on God)
Four shows, nigga I can buy a Wraith (skrrt skrrt)
My street cred platinum, ain’t nothin’ fake (21)
Pulled up to the Slut Walk with a K (bitch)
You a internet gangster, I’m a ape (21)
Young Savage, Zone 6, EA (on God)
Hundred round drum hangin’ off the drake (pew pew pew)
Instagram Live got him killed broad day (on God)
You can have the pussy, I want the face (21)
I ain’t tryna cuff you, I don’t want no case

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Verse 2: Tay-K]
Pimp gon’ be eatin’ good noodles every day
Bitch I’m drawin’ doodles, Tay-K paint the way
Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet
I woke up too moody, who gon’ die today?
Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfuckin’ face
We cookin’ up, boy, you don’t wanna go dat way
Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades
Gotta go dat way, boy you not gon’ be happy
I tote 50s, I’m a shooter like Young Pappy
Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson
We was plottin’, y’all was tryna get the pack in
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase

[Verse 3: Young Nudy]
You want the drama? We got the drama
For you and your folks, them (folks)
Whole lotta guns, whole lotta chopper
Whole lotta smoke for them (whole lotta smoke for them)
Whole lotta mothafuckin’ yellow tape
You don’t wanna smoke with them (you don’t wanna smoke)
That’s about me, young nigga from the streets
Straight up PDE (straight up)
Shoot a mothafucka straight up in the face, closed case
Nigga, ask bout me
Nigga, I’m so gutta with it, I’m slimin’
Young nigga, I get with it (I get with it)
I’m with the shits, is you with the shits?
Nigga I don’t think you with the shits (I don’t think you with the shits)
Do you got that stick? ‘Cause I tote that stick
Nigga, that’s some daily shit, yeah (daily shit)
I’ll pitaroll a nigga if I got to (pitaroll a nigga)
Nigga don’t make me pull this stick out, I might chop you (I might chop you)
Nigga poppin’ like some bitches
Go across your head and nigga you ain’t gon’ need no stitches (you ain’t gon’ need stitches)

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Verse 1]
Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him
Wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted
But if he’s a ghost, then I can be a phantom
Holdin’ him for ransom, some
Some boys are tryin’ too hard, he don’t try at all though
Younger than my exes, but he act like such a man, so
I see nothing better, I keep him forever
Like a vendetta-ta

[Pre-Chorus]
I, I, I see how this is gon’ go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know

[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you, so I take my time
Are you ready for it?

[Verse 2]
Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me
Stealing hearts and running off and never sayin’ sorry
But if I’m a thief, then he can join the heist, and
We’ll move to an island, and
And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor
Every love I’ve known in comparison is a failure
I forget their names now, I’m so very tame now
Never be the same now, now

[Pre-Chorus]
I, I, I see how this is gon’ go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know (no one has to know)

[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams (Night, in my dreams)
You should see the things we do, baby (We’d do, baby)
In the middle of the night in my dreams (My dreams)
I know I’m gonna be with you, so I take my time
Are you ready for it?

[Post-Chorus]
Night, in my dreams
We’d do, baby
Yeah, in the middle of the night
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin

[Outro]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby

[Intro]
Oh, y’all ain’t know this was a NickFRSH beat?
Don
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s JSDG with another banger
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
What?
Bitch
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Dirty cops pull you over, no ‘parent reason
Said they found a gun, but they ain’t tell us where they seen it
I know all my rights and they ain’t even care to read it
I got paid lawyers, you know I’m prepared to beat it
I always look like Neimans it’s a outlet in the projects
Where you get those truthly, I just found that in the closet
You heard about them Jordan’s that ain’t out yet, but I got it
You heard about them foreigns, they be jumpin’ in and out it
I just Piru the interior
This is go cruise through the area
This is getting spooky and scarier
They tryna shoot the superior
I live on the edge for the thrill
That’s why I move like the senator
My bitch got red on the heels
She told me them Louboutins is killin’ her
I’m goin’ head over heels
I needed a prayer, I recruited a minister
I’m mixin’ red with the pills
I pop out and hop out the coupe with Dillinger
I can’t afford to get caught with the steal, they tryna turn Q to a prisoner
I’m with my hitter, I told him to chill ’cause he was perusing on drillin’ ya

[Outro]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Bitch
Bitch
Step back
Yeah
Never
So step back
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Huh?
Niggas can’t stop me, nigga
Yeah
Untouchable, nigga
Don
Yeah
Yeah