Email - Yurms, David Shawty

Yeah, you wanna break it up

I told her to take it off

Yeah, tell me you love me

Uh-uh, she ain’t sayin' much

Yeah, really a youngster, really a kid

But we ain’t playin' much

Yeah, gettin' my chains and gettin' my money

No, we ain’t changin' up

Yeah, now we going up and she say it’s exciting

Yeah, rockin' the beaver, I bet PETA doesn’t like me

Yeah, hit it like lightning, it’s a trick of the lighting

Tell me you love me, it’s not somethin' you gotta hide it

I’m a coach like Fizdale, I’ll cover your wrist, girl

I got this shit new, yeah, you got it from resale

I been countin' blues, yeah, it came through the email

I been hittin' you, yeah, you ain’t ever read them

(David)

Treat me how she wanted, hit the city, arms out

In the back of the car, she want me to play with her kitty

Like Percocet, she made me warm and itchy

Pop out at the arcade, I’m here but I’m far away

We’re on the highway, stay facin' the rear view

The pack on my lap like a lap dance

I got a feeling it’s my last chance

And she didn’t even give a fuck, but, shit, I never fucked up

And if you need to run it longer, snort the Adderall off the truck

coming in the email

Pack feels just like diesel

Feelin' sick but I mean well

tree fell

coming in the email

Pack feels just like diesel

Feelin' sick but I mean well

tree fell

(David)

Yeah, you wanna break it up

I told her to take it off

Yeah, tell me you love me

Uh-uh, she ain’t sayin' much

Yeah, really a youngster, really a kid

But we ain’t playin' much

Yeah, gettin' my chains and gettin' my money

No, we ain’t changin' up

Yeah, now we going up and she say it’s exciting

Yeah, rockin' the beaver, I bet PETA doesn’t like me

Yeah, hit it like lightning, it’s a trick of the lighting

Tell me you love me, it’s not somethin' you gotta hide it

I’m a coach like Fizdale, I’ll cover your wrist, girl

I got this shit new, yeah, you got it from resale

I been countin' blues, yeah, it came through the email

I been hittin' you, yeah, you ain’t ever read them

Uh (Jack)

Look at the stars tonight, that one is hard to find

Wait, that’s a satellite

Ah, I know you’re already mine

You know I’m already yours 'cause you bring me so much love

I feel like a battery, off methamphetamines

Milligram measuring, you don’t have to lecture me

I’ma go get a pedicure (Pretty, pretty)

Comes from my pedigree

And all my bros, they better me but I miss her next to me

Looking towards the future and it’s beautiful

And I don’t have to worry what you’re using for

It reminds me of something from a musical

So let’s turn it up like High School Musical

Yeah, you wanna break it up

I told her to take it off

Yeah, tell me you love me

Uh-uh, she ain’t sayin' much

Yeah, really a youngster, really a kid

But we ain’t playin' much

Yeah, gettin' my chains and gettin' my money

No, we ain’t changin' up

Yeah, now we going up and she say it’s exciting

Yeah, rockin' the beaver, I bet PETA doesn’t like me

Yeah, hit it like lightning, it’s a trick of the lighting

Tell me you love me, it’s not somethin' you gotta hide it

I’m a coach like Fizdale, I’ll cover your wrist, girl

I got this shit new, yeah, you got it from resale

I been countin' blues, yeah, it came through the email

I been hittin' you, yeah, you ain’t ever read them