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• Artiste: Devvon Terrell
• Titre: What Is This
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You leaving clothes at my crib You talking bout me to friends I can see just where we're headed, girl I feel it I can feel this situationship just changing, tidal feeling Titled to some other shit Good sex makes more problems for us I took you to so many places We're heading out, we can't erase it Feelings will always get in the way Really don't matter where we sitting now, yeah I fuck with you, and you fuck with me I think we're both stuck in a melody From the things we said, and the shit we did How we gon fix it? Maybe we want to or maybe we don't Everything's different when we're all alone Know we agreed to keep this shit so simple Coming off break ups, and unstable mentals You're not my girl, and I'm not your man Baby, you know that this wasn't the plan Please don't ask that fucking question I could see it going like this "What is this?" "Is this a relationship?" "Do we want to call it quits?" (yeah) Getting too real Yeah, it's getting too real Don't ask me, "What is this?" (whoa) "Is this a relationship?" "Do we want to call it quits?" Getting too real Yeah, it's getting too real Yeah, it's getting too real, yeah Do we really want this? You told me, "Don't catch feelings" We hang out way too much Lately, these things been feeling different And baby, I'm feeling indifferent You know I'm a Libra so it's all about balance When I'm in the right mood, I don't wanna move I could feel the mess piling up slowly Washing all my clothes, and I see your shit in there with mine Feeling that we're getting too close Tell me, baby, what you wanna know Should we just talk about it, or stay quiet? A ticking time bomb, we crossing our wires And I don't know which one to cut Don't want this blowing up all in our faces But... Maybe we want to or maybe we don't Everything's different when we're all alone Know we agreed to keep this shit so simple Coming off break ups, and unstable mentals You're not my girl, and I'm not your man Baby, you know that this wasn't the plan Please don't ask that fucking question I could see it going like this "What is this?" "Is this a relationship?" "Do we want to call it quits?" (yeah) Getting too real Yeah, it's getting too real Don't ask me, "What is this?" (whoa) "Is this a relationship?" "Do we want to call it quits?" Getting too real Yeah, it's getting too real Yeah, it's getting too real, yeah