Cal Scruby - Brand New Freestyle lyrics

Brand new oh 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 at three
I'm pulling up like a splash bowl
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
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