When Ur Ready

Speaking truth is a daring thing
A perfect match is what we had until the kerosene
As we heating up we seem to lose some clarity
Seeing things we'd never care to see
Walk in toxins, talkin gossip, stop it
You'd run through fire if you cared for me
Apparently you wanna burn me to a rare degree
If I'm with somebody else you'd live through her vicariously
I'm moving on but not moving forward
Commitment can't be looking like no kinda sorta
But my heart couldn't take no more I made a order
Girl leave my shit alone, she became aorta
All the songs I'm making for you, or about you
I know I didn't leave you how I found you
Don't know how to
I could level you up or I could ground you
Stuck in the past she love nostalgia
I know exactly who you are
I know exactly what I ain't, and I gotta say.. hey
I kinda hate what we became.. kay
Too many drives to the hills
Traffic sitting at a still, still I get in my feels
Thinking that the split don't appeal
To me and now I see I gotta heal
Stepping on me in them heels
Looking like a whole fucking meal
What's the deal?
What's the deal?
Hit me when your ready
Go 'head hit me on the phone, got my number I don't wanna be alone so
Hit me when your ready
No one get me where I want, so I'm hoping that you holler on the low low
Hit me when your ready
Hit-hit me on the phone, got my number I don't wanna be alone so
Hit me when your ready
No one get me where I want, so I'm hoping that you holler on the low low
Don't let me slip away, fall through your finger tips
Catch another feeling for me, If you ain't being hit
I could be the one to show you leadership
I could be the one that when you sleep you miss
Used to be the only one you dreamed to kiss
I still think I is
We got a past, let out future be our evidence
Mental tips I'm tryna leave you with
I've been having visions of our future like I'm seeing shit
She wearing all my hoodies, gang
Goody goody looky lil pudding using all my slang
If you playing imma call it game
If you wanna be with me it's easy you just call my name
Better do it 'fore we rot away, don't be taking time
It takes two of us to make you mine
Only takes one to make a great divide
Abrasive rhymes come to easy when I break inside
Need to step away but I can't take no five
I know exactly who you are
I know exactly what I ain't, and I gotta say.. hey
I kinda hate what we became.. kay
Too many drives to the hills
Traffic sitting at a still, still I get in my feels
Thinking that the split don't appeal
To me and now I see I gotta heal
Stepping on me in them heels
Looking like a whole fucking meal
What's the deal?
What's the deal?
Hit me when your ready
Go 'head hit me on the phone, got my number I don't wanna be alone so
Hit me when your ready
No one get me where I want, so I'm hoping that you holler on the low low
Hit me when your ready
Hit-hit me on the phone, got my number I don't wanna be alone so
Hit me when your ready
No one get me where I want, so I'm hoping that you holler on the low low