Boy Bye (feat. Lucky Daye)

Good morning, y'all

You're sweet like mangoes

Sweet like mangoes, huh?

Yeah

You so fuckin' fake

Say it with you chest, say what you mean, stop playin' with me

I'm not playin', see, that's the problem, like

I ain't playin' either, shit

That's, that's the problem like

But I'm not hearin' the fucked up shit you sayin', but

Talkin' all that shit, where your girl at? (Pssh)

You are way too fine, to be alone (why, thank you, thank you, I appreciate that)

Girl, with all that ass and no one behind it, oh

I'm just wonderin' if I can walk you home (home, home)

Boy, bye

Thinkin' you gon' come inside

Boy, bye

Not tonight

Woah, now

Can't say it ain't worth a try

It feels right

I'm tryna make you mine, oh

Shit, girl, give me your number, let me follow you or somethin' (yeah)

I actually got a man, yeah

Uh, really? (Mmm)

You playin'? (Nah, I'm good)

That's cap, come on (oop, my phone just died)

Okay, okay, I get it

Talkin' all that shit, where your ride at?

'Cause I got someone waitin' upstairs

Girl, you fuckin' lyin', I ain't talkin' Cujo, hey

Why don't you let me inside so I can take you there? Oh

Those lines belong in 1995 (oh)

Just like them funky Nikes (ooh)

Girl, why you got me workin' from 9-to-5? (Hey)

With those wrong socks

Them toes just bussin' out them slides, ba-da-da (yo)

(You ain't think I saw that) shut up, I forgot my Dr. Scholl's

Dr. No (fuck you)

Nah, it's cool, I'm joshin', I'm joshin'

I fuck with you, like, mmm, what's up?

Ooh, I don't know you

True, I like you (I do)

Ooh, I don't know you (I don't know)

True, I like you (I like you, baby)

I know you're playin' with me (I know)

I know you've been hangin' with (no, no)

Casey, Georgette, and Judy (yeah)

I don't know who you think you are foolin'

Ooh, not me

Stop playin' with my time, mmm

I know you think that I'm shady

I want you to be my baby

Sunsets, big daydreamin' lately

Girl, I think of you on the daily

She said that I look better with her eyes closed

I said, "Be careful where you walk, baby, there's potholes"

Touch is soft like shea butter, cocoa melanin color (ooh)

Go crazy when we cut up, only think that I know (uh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

You a secret rapper?

Huh? (oh, no)

I don't date those so

A secret rapper? I mean, I'm rappin' too, you know, but, like (oh, no)

Man, come on now (no)

I can't just talk to you? Like, let me open up, I'm being vulnerable shit (no-no, no-no)

Boy, hush (come on)

You probably ain't never had real love before

Uh, no, like, that's a thing, like, I have

And that's why I can tell this is givin' you fraudulent, it's givin'

I don't even bring baggage from other spots but over here, baby

Like, I'm tryna fuck on some fresh shit, you feel me?

There's no projection, I just can tell by your erection that (mmm)

This is shady

But I ain't gon' pass on that ass, you know what I'm sayin'? I'ma hit the gas (ooh, ooh)

That was like (you know what I mean?)

Man, it was like, hahaha

That was really good, like

My angel, angel (okay)

And I love all your angles, angles