More Time Songtext
(Woo) Want more time, want more time, I want more—
(Doing better) I need more time, I need more time, I need more— (Yeah)
And I like that you don't treat me like a celebrity (Swear)
I brought the block with me on tour, that's why they scared of me
I told her, "Get the gang tatted if you care for me"
I travelled to Cali', I just do the shopping in Beverly
I give a dog with no food just like Pedigree
Okay, y'all dissin' on me at school, but y'all pets to me
Thеy got a broadcast on my street just like Sesame
(Doing better) I need more time, I need more time, I need more— (Yeah)
And I like that you don't treat me like a celebrity (Swear)
I brought the block with me on tour, that's why they scared of me
I told her, "Get the gang tatted if you care for me"
I travelled to Cali', I just do the shopping in Beverly
I give a dog with no food just like Pedigree
Okay, y'all dissin' on me at school, but y'all pets to me
Thеy got a broadcast on my street just like Sesame
I'm finna blow him if hе sweep, then he better leave
I want more time, I want more time, I want more—
I want more time, I want more time, I want more—
You're now listening to Demon Heart Radio
(Blick) Now I'm going shopping on the regular
If she fucking then she fucking, I don't pressure her
I know you fucking on them boys, but I ain't scared of her (I ain't scared)
And I go Chrome Heart my whole fit, that what I'm telling her
She don't care about the money, but I can better her
We was so broke I told my twin that, "This better work"
Before you get up to my crib, send a letter first
I wrote 'bout Mercury, but I ain't never been no MESSENGER
I got a new coupe and you can be my passenger
She told me fuck me through a text, but I'm not mad at her
A Glock 20, 10 millimeter caliber
I'm showing everything up, I'm not love shy
You know I'm fucking with these hoes, I don't need nobody
I put my money into you, they ain't know about us I dress you up wherever you go like I'm your whole stylist
Like why you ran on me? They cut the fan on me
You in them group chats, you believing what they saying on me
I got a demon heart, you told me you was praying on me
I got a upside down cross and now you layin' on me
I wear the Polo 'fit, going to my old days
You told me, "Stay the same", I'm going back to my old ways
I fuck a model ho, I don't care man, ay, free Bluff gang
I gotta do this shit for them, for all them hard days
We was trapping in the hallways
We ain't say that shit was cool, but we maintain
And I'm still with the crew, yeah, the same gang
Pretty candle, and they all feel the flame gang
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
(Holiday season)
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
I want more time, I want more time, I want—
(Holiday season)
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
I want more time, I want more time, I want—
I want more time, I want more time, I want more—
I want more time, I want more time, I want more—
You're now listening to Demon Heart Radio
(Blick) Now I'm going shopping on the regular
If she fucking then she fucking, I don't pressure her
I know you fucking on them boys, but I ain't scared of her (I ain't scared)
And I go Chrome Heart my whole fit, that what I'm telling her
She don't care about the money, but I can better her
We was so broke I told my twin that, "This better work"
Before you get up to my crib, send a letter first
I wrote 'bout Mercury, but I ain't never been no MESSENGER
I got a new coupe and you can be my passenger
She told me fuck me through a text, but I'm not mad at her
A Glock 20, 10 millimeter caliber
I'm showing everything up, I'm not love shy
You know I'm fucking with these hoes, I don't need nobody
I put my money into you, they ain't know about us I dress you up wherever you go like I'm your whole stylist
Like why you ran on me? They cut the fan on me
You in them group chats, you believing what they saying on me
I got a demon heart, you told me you was praying on me
I got a upside down cross and now you layin' on me
I wear the Polo 'fit, going to my old days
You told me, "Stay the same", I'm going back to my old ways
I fuck a model ho, I don't care man, ay, free Bluff gang
I gotta do this shit for them, for all them hard days
We was trapping in the hallways
We ain't say that shit was cool, but we maintain
And I'm still with the crew, yeah, the same gang
Pretty candle, and they all feel the flame gang
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
(Holiday season)
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
I want more time, I want more time, I want—
(Holiday season)
I want more time, I want more time, I want more time
I want more time, I want more time, I want—
