Candy Paint - Post Malone

(ZvanZ) She havin' deep thought, and I can see it Everything that I say, know I mean it Said, "I love you," just believe it I hate it when we argue for no reason Pourin' up that cup, I think I'm drinkin' I'm pourin' up for nothin', think I'm fiendin' She goin' off for nothin', think I'm cheatin' I can't blame lil' baby, I'm a demon We out, I order Sprite and put codeine in it But she don't like that shit when I be ignorant I'm pourin' up the pint what you had spent on rent If she don't like her ass, then we fixin' it Hop in X six twin-turbo, big as shit My bitch bad and she boujee and she Snicker thick Nigga tryna pluck twenty-two, we split his wig You could try to try my bitch, but you ain't gettin' shit You niggas desperate for my ho I keep checkin' on my ho I ain't never stressin' on my ho I count these backends with my ho You be actin' for your ho You'll get slapped in front of your ho I can't believe these jokes Nigga dapped me up sayin', "Bro" Then tried to talk to my ho But we ain't stressin' anything It's still purple everything It's still purple everything Blowing up his phone, I know I'm trippin' for no reason He gon' call it crazy, but I say I call it fiendin' He don't want no other hoes 'cause that lil' shit too easy Know I talk a lot of shit, but he know I don't mean it My big bro say I'm trippin', but I got a hundred reasons A hundred fuckin' reasons, I'm never ever leavin' Nope, I ain't leavin' Even if we ain't speakin' And if we ain't speakin', you know I'ma be tweakin' Need a real bitch, I ain't nothin' like these groupie hoes Nothin' like these bitches sittin' front row at your fuckin' shows He need him a real one, somethin' to make him feel some' I know I ain't tripping man, about you I might kill some' Huh, yeah kill some, fuck it, yeah, drill some' Make one call, he still come 'cause I make him feel some' Yeah, feel some' (feel some') This lil' somethin' different, swear to God it make him feel numb