Lately I've been alone
I'm stuck in my zone
I bottle my feelings, baby
Let's crack the Patrón
And I would pour you a glass
But you driving home
And now your cell on the dash
I text you pick up your phone...
Straight to the tone
(Too long for her to know now
Shawty shook the bottle and it poured out)
You send me straight to the tone
(Palms on the wheel, baby slow down
Sayin' she don't even know me
Turn your tone down
Turn your tone down)
And I could tell by your tone that you a lil tipsy (What)
I would call you my own if things were lil' different (Love)
I try to capture the vibe it's like my fingers slipping (Fuck)
Girl we kiss, fuck, cuddle
Pussy finger lickin' good
After you roll me a wood, play with the strings on my hood
You say my story a mystery lately misunderstood
Maybe I'm missin' my mom
Girl I did what I could
I'm never playing to lose
I used to feel like I would
Now I'm playing to win
Lot of people playing pretend
You would never guess I'm drowning in the pool that I'm in
A lil' lime in mix
Girl, you know how it is
But this lemon head on me got the brightest ideas, it's like
A lot of darkness behind closed curtains
I feel this itching in my palms as the world turning
I hear this heathen in my head as the pearl burnin'
You thought you had me figured out
Girl, you still learning
Lately I've been alone
I'm stuck in my zone
I bottle my feelings, baby
Let's crack the Patrón
And I would pour you a glass
But you driving home
And now your cell on the dash
I text you pick up your phone...
Straight to the tone
(Too long for her to know now
Shawty shook the bottle and it poured out)
You send me straight to the tone
(Palms on the wheel, baby slow down
Sayin' she don't even know me
Turn your tone down
Turn your tone down, girl)
You ask me what my life was like before all this rap shit
Every road got bumps and every flight got baggage
Don't get lost in your feelings
Baby, I bottle a labyrinth
I'm just Tracy McGrady lately
My mask workin' magic
It's like you ain't even know me
Only tell my story to the homies
You ain't never really met the old me
Just pick up on the trophies
Think everything golden
She say "Now I see the lies in what you told me, the book all open"
(Now she know, now she know)
All this Patrón we pourin'
(All this Patrón, this Patrón
This Patrón, this Patrón)
You gotta' stop at the store
We got an hour to kill
Sour, I plug on the low
Swallow the truth like pill
She tell me tell her the truth
Baby, I'll make you a deal
I tell her "Pour me a drank, and maybe see how I feel"
Lately I've been alone
I'm stuck in my zone
I bottle my feelings, baby
Let's crack the Patrón
And I would pour you a glass
But you driving home
And now your cell on the dash
I text you pick up your phone...
Straight to the tone
(Too long for her to know now
Shawty shook the bottle and it poured out)
You send me straight to the tone
(Palms on the wheel, baby slow down
Sayin' she don't even know me
Turn your tone down
Turn your tone down, girl)