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Late (Poster 2 — 151bpm Remix)

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[Intro] You up? It’s 2 AM, and I been drinkin’ again Tellin’ myself not to call, but I ain’t disciplined She probably laid up with dude, watchin’ nothin’ I got five missed calls from people I don’t fuck with Ain’t even that loud in here Still feel like I’m drownin’ Why the fuck do I still think about you when I’m this far gone? Guess it’s somethin’ 'bout night that bring the realest shit out [Verse 1] Bottle half-empty, this club loud as fuck Bartender know my name, still don’t pour enough I should not be thinkin' 'bout you right now, real talk But I’m scrollin' through our thread like a lifeline lost You in that new shit, he don’t even fit your vibe I know it ain't my place, but I ain't lettin' shit slide You the type to lie and cry in the same damn night Hnh... [Chorus] You still lettin’ him hit? That’s wild You still answerin’ his texts with a fake-ass smile I been that nigga, and you know that deep down You with a safe play, I was the lifestyle Now he sleepin’ on your couch, that’s foul Bum ass nigga... [Post-Chorus] You drunk or nah? I’m three in, 'bout to take four What he got on me? I dipped, but I ain’t fold, that’s law You know that shit ain't love, just rapport [Verse 2] Pulled up to D’s, seen your girls in the back Whole crew poppin’ but where the fuck you at? I heard you ghostin’, told 'em not to mention me Like I ain’t had you wrapped up mentally I ain’t even come for the flex tonight But you know how this Henny hit, appetite Got me scrollin' through your page, lowkey tryna catch a sign [Chorus] You still lettin’ him hit? That’s wild You still answerin’ his texts with a fake-ass smile I been that nigga, and you know that deep down You with a safe play, I was the lifestyle Now he sleepin’ on your couch, that’s foul Fuck that nigga... [Post-Chorus] You drunk or nah? I’m three in, 'bout to take four What he got on me? I dipped, but I ain’t fold, that’s law You know that shit ain't love, just rapport [Rap verse (no singing)] Look, I did my dirt and I owned that Ain’t gon’ sit here actin’ like I ain’t blown that You was realer than most, I just couldn’t show that But love ain’t patient, shit, it don’t grow back Now I’m out here fuckin' bitches that don’t mean shit With a face full of makeup and no clean wit They laugh at my jokes, but they don’t get me They touch me but never really with me Got friends in the room that I don’t trust Got fans on my line, but I still feel stuck How you leave when I needed you most? You the only one I ever let that close I’m still that nigga with flaws I hide Still the one they quote but don’t confide Still ain’t met a girl who could match that fire But I fucked it all up tryna keep my pride Now I’m sittin’ with a bottle in my right hand Re-readin' texts I ain’t never sent If I said what I meant, would you even care? Or you sittin' in his arms like I was never there? [Chorus] You still lettin’ him hit? That’s wild You still answerin’ his texts with a fake-ass smile I been that nigga, and you know that deep down You with a safe play, I was the lifestyle Now he sleepin’ on your couch, that’s foul Bitch ass nigga... [Post-Chorus] You drunk or nah? I’m three in, 'bout to take four What he got on me? I dipped, but I ain’t fold, that’s law You know that shit...