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Artiste: Taylor Bennett
Titre: Hype Me Up

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Oh, oh
Yeah

My mirror gon' feel like a window when your door knocks
My momma told me don't go slippin' when that stove's hot
I know I'm wifey-ed up, but my friends gon' hype me up (yeah)
And even though I might be took, my friends gon' hype me up

I told a lie to myself and said I was being patient
Playing sick patient, waiting waiting
The waiting game is so tired, and when you really hatin'
You just looking for something or someone that can maybe aid it
You're 45 minutes away but that plane didn't make it
So now you lookin' in the mirror like "This nigga famous"
But you used to sleep over at my house when he was in the basement
And now my texts ain't goin' through, this nigga must be playin'
I used to answer all the time and always call off
This nigga did shit to me that I ain't tell my moms about
Stayed down for the come up and got drawed out
Believed in you when no one had your back, I had my arms out
Now you got a new bitch, I swear you goin' all out
Now you not wanting to talk no more, but not fall out
And every time we get to talk, you always talk, don't call back
And every time we get a chance to meet it's for a fall back

Rollin' on the stick gears
Smokin' on hay
So drunk, when I move I sway
[?], but I stay [?]
I close mine and I fade away
Perky got me itchy, I'm wide awake
I don't mind if she leave or stay
Do you, do you, do you, do you want to
Be the, be the, be the, be the one to
Show me what really is love