Overtime - BLND

Am I?

Am I dreaming?

Come on and come over the crib

For some loving (loving)

I know you missing my touch

No discussion

I thought that you were the one

But you running.

But you were running it up

Counting bodies like it’s overtime

You we’re not looking for love

Shoot your shot and then I hit your line

Caught you running it up

Tell me what did your man do this time?

Thought you we’re looking for love

But you rather have me please you right

First date

You let me slide to third base

Skin so light, it’s bright, I need shades

Love the way your body was made

Its an art form

Your smile warm

You’re style so cold

With your iced arm

You’re stylish

But then you’re childish

Make me wanna work

Even if I can’t have it

What you tryna prove tonight?

Yeah, you right

Can we do it til I get it Just right

When you ride it, so exciting

All that biting, hypnotizing

Lil Mariah, yeah you shining

Like diamonds, not mine yet

Not yours, no calls, no fine print

Just silence

Keep that energy with you

When i pull up on yah

I dont wanna hear you say my name

Out in public

Yes you know me, met the homies

But don’t worry bout the stories

That we wrote on my bed, yeah

I know you running it up

Counting bodies like it’s overtime

You we’re not looking for love

Shoot your shot and then I hit your line

Caught you running it up

Tell me what did your man do this time?

Thought you we’re looking for love

But you rather have me please you right

And I’m back, back, back

Back with a vengeance

North side dancing

To my songs with Lasa

Her ass so fine

I’m like Damn

Tell me again

What your man demands?

Tell you the truth

You know I don’t listen

But sure as hell,

I do understand

I’ll hold you down

For now, so relax

Do you like it, like it, like it

From the back

Now that I’m back, back

Back from the dreaming

Back from listening

Fuck all your feelings

I’m next

You messing with these dudes

I know you feel the difference

So far gone

I know you see the distance

Distance

Now that I’m back on ishh

Don’t tell me how much you miss

Now tell me, riddle me this

Am I?

Am I dreaming?

Come on and come over the crib

For some loving (loving)

I know you missing my touch

No discussion

I thought that you were the one

But you runnin

But you running it up

Counting bodies like it’s overtime

You we’re not looking for love

Shoot your shot and then I hit your line

Caught you running it up

Tell me what did your man do this time?

Thought you we’re looking for love

But you rather have me please you right