T

The view of the hills is different from a window
In Mid-City
The loneliness in you is like a tempo
You keep steady

There’s nothing you could ever try
There’s nothing you could ever have
That would satisfy the hunger inside
If you’re afraid of who you are

So many things I wish you’d see
I see the way you look at me
There’s no-one else you want to be
When you are making love to me

Baby that’s the T
Baby that’s the T

No I want you but I can’t afford to
No I’ll make it but that shit ain’t for you
For the bands baby I’m a soldier
I got fans so she can’t leave so soon
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I go like yeah when the cash come
Not bein cool Imma have fun
Summon my force by the bag uh
Might go to Met Gala with my main shawty
And we dressed up like Daft Punk
Hate you we swervin that Aston
Martin no Gina
One of them bags wit Adidas
Spend a quick bag new season
New crib lookin like eden
Do you love me or the beamer?
Why you wanna run like?
Why you wanna run like cheetah?
Imma say it loud, arena
Sit yo a** down you ain’t leavin

You’re always worrying about tomorrow
I don’t get it
I can’t decide if I should stay or go
I’m sitting on your bed with my jacket on
And you tell me

There’s nothing you could ever try
There’s nothing you could ever have
That would satisfy the hunger inside
If you’re afraid of who you are

So many things I wish you’d see
I see the way you look at me
There’s no-one else you want to be
When you are making love to me

Baby that’s the T
Baby that’s the T
Mmm