I just wanted to say this is true
(this is true)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait damn
Damn, that′s how you're dealin′ with me, damn
Damn, that's how you're, that′s how you′re
Ayy, look, look
Who the fuck is that? It's a disguise
You ain′t who I thought I recognized
Twenty thousand pound on your rent
Bitch, I could have spent that on the guys
I don't like what you did on them trips
(shit I don′t like)
I don't like what you did to your lips
(shit I don′t like)
I don't like the tone of your replies
(shit I don't like)
I don′t like the look that′s in your eyes
(shit I don't like)
Blame this shit on bein′ twenty five
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
Zach keep sayin′, "meet at seven-nine"
And that shit just gon' have you on my mind, yeah
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
Ayy, yeah, damn
Damn, that′s how you're dealin' with me, damn
Damn, that′s how you′re dealin' with me, damn
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I′m seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine
Ayy
Since I had some space to myself
I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt
That talk we had the other day didn't help
Because you really think you out here movin′ stealth
I met the nigga everybody say you fucked
And I could tell he wasn't actin′ like himself
Got you out here movin' waste like a belt
If it ain't him, then it must be somebody else, damn
I don′t like what you did on them trips
(shit I don′t like)
I don't like what you did to your lips
(shit I don′t like)
I don't like you tellin′ just one side
(shit I don't like)
I don′t like the fact you never cry
(shit I don't like)
Blame that shit on bein' twenty five
That excuse for me just doesn′t fly
Zach keep sayin′, "meet at seven nine"
And that shit just gon' have you on my
(Baby) dogs will be dogs
(You know I′m in the streets) though we may roam
(But I promise) leave the door open
Tonight, I'm comin′ home
(I'm comin′ home)
Dogs will be dogs
(I know you feel me, baby)
No leash in sight
Leave the door open
I'm comin' home tonight
(I mean the dogs)
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
(I mean the dogs)
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh
(yeah)
That′s that new Teezo touchdown, straight
For all the dogs that′s drivin' around in Beaumont lookin′ for some cat
All you pitbulls should know by now that hundreds in a row look like tuna in a bowl
(tuna)
This is Curtis cut a bitch off
And you're listenin′ to B-A-R-K Radio, live from Chapel Hill
Where the South was won, whatever that means
We got some new Drake and Sza comin' up
And we gon′ be givin' away some Drake tickets as well
You know he comin' to the H-Town to tear the roof off that motherfucker
This is B-A-R-K Radio
Writer(s): Alexander Lustig, Nyan Lieberthal, Benjamin Saint Fort, Anthony Thomas, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Tavares Taylor, Keith Cozart, Tyree Lamar Pittman, Aubrey Drake Graham
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