Midwxst - Facetime! lyrics
[Midwxst - Facetime! lyrics]
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
But I wasn't in the wrong and
I know that is a fact
Niggas do anything for pussy so
They lie behind your back
Niggas plottin' on your grave
Don't know when they gon' attack
But I'ma do me, I'ma count up all my stacks
Don't give a fuck about you niggas
I'ma go and get the bag
Acting like we fucking friends
You ain't getting no damn cash
Bitches breaking niggas hearts like they
Is some fucking glass
Gotta smoke away the pain
Yeah I gotta smoke some Thrax
Yeah I'm chillin' at the crib
Yeah I'm just tryna relax
Yeah you spreading all these rumors
But you do not go no facts
All this shit up on my shoulders
Got a nigga feeling taxed
All this shit up on my shoulders
Got a nigga feeling taxed
You got a nigga feeling taxed, yeah
Got a nigga feeling taxed, yeah
Niggas lie behind your back
And niggas lie behind your back
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
But I wasn't in the wrong and
I know that is a fact
Niggas do anything for pussy so
They lie behind your back
Niggas plottin' on your grave
Don't know when they gon' attack
But I'ma do me, I'ma count up all my stacks
Don't give a fuck about you niggas
I'ma go and get the bag
Acting like we fucking friends
You ain't getting no damn cash
Bitches breaking niggas hearts like they
Is some fucking glass
Gotta smoke away the pain
Yeah I gotta smoke some Thrax
Yeah I'm chillin' at the crib
Yeah I'm just tryna relax
Yeah you spreading all these rumors
But you do not go no facts
All this shit up on my shoulders
Got a nigga feeling taxed
All this shit up on my shoulders
Got a nigga feeling taxed
You got a nigga feeling taxed, yeah
Got a nigga feeling taxed, yeah
Niggas lie behind your back
And niggas lie behind your back
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice
Yeah I started making music and
I lost track of time
I was making all these bangers
In the lab every night
Then my phone started ringing and
You was on FaceTime
And the way that you was talking
Yeah it wasn't very nice