Wynwood

Lyrics

[Intro] How can I make you happy? [Verse 1] '95 South, ain't got no good memories This a horror story, no happy endin' That double R Ghost my reflection I'ma haunt you until you forgive me Ayy, I get tired of lovin' on you for an hour Just to have to drive back forty minutes Bitch, I hit the bed, get in a jet But you drainin' me wit' all these questions [Chorus] Now I ain't comin' to Wynwood to see you You get drunk and act damn near evil Want to talk it out for wrong reasons I'm mad I even made you feel like I need you Bitch, my lil' red out in Port Antigua Block me on WhatsApp because I don't see it I'm here wit' you fightin' all of yo' demons If I told Michelle, she'd probably leave me [Verse 2] I know that ain't Robb tryin' to work out a problem I know that ain't Femto tryin' to cuff lil' mama I know that ain't Robb fucked up by the dime 'Member that, ain't right Bum ass homegirls in yo' head all the time They tryin' to judge me like I don't treat you right This ain't Death Row, you can go All Eyez, for real Baby, you knew I been thuggin' since a baby, nigga Bitches want to talk it out (Facts) Baby, you was born in the 80s (Trick) How the fuck you ain't grow up by now? (Bitch) You said I'm the man of yo' dreams (Bitch) Bitch, you better wake up now (Pfft) That shit was my therapy but you ain't got patience to wait for me So who the fuck I'm finna talk to now? Ask me, I'm the closest thing to Clark Kent And Bruce Wayne mixed wit' Harvey Dent Two of the faces, I put on my wrist The third one I had gave to yo' bitch How the fuck I'm in L.A. gettin' cat scans And yo' dog ass textin' about wristbands And how I'm by myself way in Culver City And you wasn't wit' me, just being petty, for real (Nigga, nigga) Ayy, that's for— (Yeah, nigga) Lil' mama, love her to death, always in yo' corner (For real though) Bitches will fuck yo' whole shit up (430) I can't live without her, I can't live wit' her, (Nigga) All this shit feels like a setup (Nigga) Thought I told you [Chorus] Now I ain't comin' to Wynwood to see you You get drunk and act damn near evil Want to talk it out for wrong reasons I'm mad I even made you feel like I need you Bitch, my lil' red out in Port Antigua Block me on WhatsApp because I don't see it I'm here wit' you fightin' all of yo' demons If I told Michelle, she'd probably leave me [Outro] Pfft, bum ass homegirls in yo' head all the time They tryin' to judge me like I don't treat you right This ain't Death Row, you can go All Eyez