Waitin for my death, while I count to ten
Shawty layin on my chest in the back of the Benz
I can see you fakin, why you playin pretend?
I dont even know you, but you act like were friends?
She ain’t gonna meet another one like me
Puts you to the ground when you kept walkin
Yeah, it say Gucci on my plain white tee
Thats a grown man flex, stop playin with me
Baby, I was blazin in my plain white tee
You can steal my pictures of me and your broken dreams
I waited for your touch, you never waited for me
See me in the dark waitin patiently for you, tonight
Im beggin for your touch, Im beggin for your touch tonight
Im beggin for your touch, Im beggin for your touch