signs

BRYAN SIMPSON, PHOEBE CRYAR, TAYLOR JONES

Ou I'm on fire
I'm on fire
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's funny you called
I was just tipping about you
Your sign a ***** you a cancer
Held me back we split now I'm advancing
But I've got a feeling I'm thinking like
You think you coming back over this side
But you're better off wishing on a falling star just put your hands in the sky
Feel how you feel about it
I'm only here for the bitches
They love my presence like Christmas
Get to the digits stayed G and it granted my wishes
Niggas know where I'm at if they're interested
I touch road like I'm whippin
Thing is might just whoop that trick if they get out of line
You better pay my bitches tuition
You know I'm adding tax now
I studied greats you studied class clowns hm
Laughing counting racks now
Damn the money counter back down
You hear the click
Damage a beat then demolish your bitch
Moonwalk in that pussy like Mike
But I thought of calling it quits
Trust man
Grinding no such thing as luck
Finding they're holding me up
Shout out to Riff coming clutch
If we ballin my nigga I just got a dunk
Made it through hell call the man blessed
Heaven in arms reach I make it stretch
Know that we spinnin around
If it's less than what it should be
And like Nike
Just do it for checks in this bitch so it
Funny you called
I was just tipping about you
Your sign a ***** you a cancer
Held me back we split now I'm advancing
But I've got a feeling I'm thinking like
You think you coming back over this side
But you're better off wishing on a falling star
Just put your hands in the sky
It's funny you called
I was just tipping about you
Your sign a *****
You a cancer
Held me back we split now I'm advancing
But I've got a feeling I'm thinking like
You think you coming back over this side
But you're better off wishing on a falling star just put your hands in the sky
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Y'all should hang it up and call it a rope
Took my time heating up
Roast heem if he got jokes
Roll another one trash the roach
Tell me how long do this last
I've been approaching the atmosphere full of gas
Gas full broken rear views
So ain't no looking back
Facts
Passenger yo bae
Call me GiiiANT now she's stalking me
Flawless victory winnings
I exceed all of my limits
Rare so expected they'd return
What we had planned was never their concern
Tried to bridge the gap but now we let it burn
Bitch nigga ways routes we never learned
Routes we had to SKRRT
Watch how you approach now
Cuz I been in a mode to mow down
Gotta stay on toes
Hating niggas praying on your slow down
Put food on that table when coasting
It leave niggas trippin
They ask who it was tell 'em God
Stare at that phone ringing
As I think all the times spent on lows fuck it 'click' over
Ima answer dat bitch and say
Funny you called
I was just tipping about you
Your sign a ***** you a cancer
Held me back we split now I'm advancing
But I've got a feeling I'm thinking like
You think you coming back over this side
But you're better off wishing on a falling star just put your hands in the sky
Run up nigga bed time
Freezer get me chicken head breast
Stressed out now it shine like diamonds
Peep my wings are growing back fast
Run up nigga bed time
Freezer get me chicken head breast
Stressed out now it shine like diamonds
Peep my wings are growing back fast

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A música “signs” de T foi composta por BRYAN SIMPSON, PHOEBE CRYAR, TAYLOR JONES.

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