Hours In Silence 作词 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/N. Lieberthal/C. McEvoy-Morie/N. Shebib/N. Cadastre/A. Guerrero/P. Beauregard 作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/N. Lieberthal/C. McEvoy-Morie/N. Shebib/N. Cadastre/A. Guerrero/P. Beauregard Leave your phone, come to mine You'll catch a hand in due time I think, think that I Could **** the idea of him outta your mind You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine Honest, there's some other things you gotta mind You mind me, ayy, ayy The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch A pill in Ibiza, so what? She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch She creamin' on me, I'm on crush Her photos don't need a retouch She askin' me why haven't I nut I didn't know we in a rush Enjoyin' the moment, so hush My album was playin' on buildings I don't even need a deluxe Her stomach is flat as **** She still fit that shit in her gut somehow The fat musta went in her butt somehow I don't even ask her what's up She sayin' that shit is natural Don't care if she makin' it up I never put you in no Uber girl I'm always gon' send you a truck I'm always gon' keep it a buck You give me that shit and I'm stuck 30 on my waist 'Cause a lotta broke niggas 'round the way ridin' 'round town And they lookin' for my face Gotta pray to God above you, girl You know that Savage love you And I hope that you feel the same Tryna be the one for you but my nickname true And I hope that I can change Girl, you know that Savage love you Girl, you know that Savage love you Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up Turn my bitch up, turn my Know I gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bih', T-T Turn my bih', T-T, turn my bih' Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my (Ayy) I gotta stop goin' Van Cleef, condo, third week I like it but I'm too geeked Tryna turn you up I gotta stop goin' Lenci', Rollie, first week You're misreadin' me, I'm too geeked Tryna turn you up You were lost until me I didn't get no finder's fee You're actin' like a bride-to-be Behind closed doors, slimin' me Friends are all advisin' me Sayin' I could die tryna turn you up There's three sides to this story, girl The one you subtweet The one your group chat gets to read The one you come and tell to me I understand it finally I'm tryin' to give you highs and you're plannin' our goodbyes Tryna turn you up It's my fault, burnin' cash like it's lit on fire Penthouse and some new attire I fulfilled all of your desires You don't work but you act retired 'Cause you know that you're mine and it's my fault It's my fault, it's my fault, for once I take accountability It's my fault that you got superpowers on your knees It's my fault for once, don't keep you grounded on your feet It's my fault for once, I drain accounts to make you love It's my fault for once, it's one-sided loyalty It's my fault for once, I'm payin' lawyer fees Doin' things just to set you free, see you breathe It's my fault for once, I got the Wagon, G Got you ridin' 'round with niggas that are nothin' like me It's my fault for once, that's how you make it seem It's my fault, it's my fault You were lost until me You were lost until me, mm, mm You were lost until me My confidence is super low Baby M, you know I got a heart of gold You point at shit and hit the road, baby For goodness sakes, at this rate Your funeral is finna have like ten caskets on display One for you, the other nine for everything you're takin' to the grave You don't play, you don't, you don't, you You don't play no games There's three things I learned from love for free Only thing worth changin' is a dream People don't know you play your roles on screen Messy, started gettin' trendy, gotta keep it clean You know I keep it clean Clean as I can All weapons formed against me gotta jam Brought you 'round the dawgs, treat you like the fam' Shoulda been a wham, bam, thank you ma'am Know you got my confidence on cell Case you wanna feel better ‘bout yourself You were lost until me You were lost until me