Futuristic

[fox69]

"Bodied"
(with Devvon Terrell)

"Bodied"
(with Devvon Terrell)



[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Burn slow, if you hate you get flamed out
Everybody in the states know my name now
200k just chilling in the paypal
I'm 'bout to blow, get away not a safe crown
All you niggas steady rapping with the same sound
Fucking with the same bitches, kissing all the same mouths
I been doing this since the playground, just did a show in Detroit where they filmed the movie 8 mile
I'm bout to lose myself, I do myself, the truth is felt, and you can tell
Shit if I was you I would shoot myself, nah if I was a scout I'd recruit myself
Made an album, no budget, and recruit myself
Y'all niggas can't even tie your shoes yourself
Got a song worldwide on the radio, all independent, you signed, then you got shelved DAMN!
But I still gotta prove myself, no I'm the greatest where the belt at
50 milion plays on facebook I know they felt that
Haters fell back, cause they know that I melt tracks
I'm the shit smell that, rolling in the deep, where's Adele at squad up
WTF gang put it up in firetrucks, don't get me fired up
I made a living off this music and you niggas ain't even made five bucks
Ok I'm tired of debating, let me in the conversation, I been runnin' Arizona boy
And I been trying not to say it, cause you don't deserve attention but lately I'm getting so annoyed
The comments is hard to avoid, and anybody that want it can come and get destroyed
But funny thing is I'm living out in L.A, went back home just for a week, to see my other bitch in Illinois
I can take a break for a year come back and I know that it won't change
I'm a still be known 'round the globe, and you still gon' be a no name
You made a song you was hoping that it might work, next time you open up for me I hope your mic work
Your album hit the charts one day, it was gone day two that's what we call light work
Game over, I don't think the lights work
Y'all niggas getting washed, like my shirt
Shitting on 'em my diarrhea heavy in fiber
And don't nobody wanna see me in a cypher
I swear to God if you give me a [?] first
But mic burst, you might get hurt from the backlash
When my song come on, in the car they start yelling from the backseat like they on Cash Cab
Bombs over Baghdad, y'all niggas getting dropped like a baby giving everybody a bad day
Everytime I diss clowns, don't nobody know who the diss 'bout honestly that's sad
Back to back that's two in the row, superdest flow, coolest dude that you ever know
I guess I'll smoke, that was like two years ago, so I'm a do it to 'em real quick homie burn slow, let 'em know

[Hook - Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:]
I can do this with my eyes closed, dressed in all black like the five-o, and I'm aiming at my rivals
I be shooting like a rifle, and I just did the Tonight Show, we like winning sold out my show, when eating everybody wanna get a bite tho
Everything getting bodied, everything getting bodied, I can body anything
Everything getting bodied, everything getting bodied, send me a beat you know I got it
Everything getting bodied, everything getting bodied, I can body anything
Everything getting bodied, everything getting bodied, send me a beat you know I got it, got it

[Verse 2 - Devvon Terrell:]
Somebody give me the crown, I think I got the juice and you just looking thirsty right now
I'm feeling like I'm way up and you way down, I feel like when I'm awake, you still on lay down
This is the game now, I am here all by myself, I am not looking for help
Throwing my hands up like welp, you train in water and I'm feeling like Michael Phelps
Feeling like a nigga Steph Curry with the shot boy, if you hot boy, I'm knowing you can come now
Only bad news when I come down, I'm up now, you been doing like way too much
You don't know my situation, standing in line like forever I really been waiting
Workin' and workin' been slaving, Devvon Terrell and Futuristic we made it

[Hook - Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:]
Everything getting bodied, everything getting bodied, I can body anything
Everything getting bodied, everything getting bodied, send me a beat you know I got it
Everything getting bodied, everything getting bodied, I can body anything
Everything getting bodied, everything getting bodied, send me a beat you know I got it, got it

 

[fox69]

"Bonfire"

"Bonfire"


[Intro:]
Yo, WTF gang, pow, you know who I be
And um, y'all niggas suck, okay

[Verse:]
Futuristic get the party popping, like a blackhead
All these other rappers now be turning into crackheads
Kill them all, I guess you can call me Mister Black Plague
I be in the street, moving heavy, like a fat leg
With that said, all these haters know I rap ether
They don't listen to a word you're saying, like a bad teacher
I be on the stage, louder than a fat speaker
White girls always call me hot, like a bad Bieber
Justin Bieber, yeah, they biting, like a beaver
Got a freak under the sheets, got that bitch singing like Aretha
Make her shake, call that a seizure
Now she sleep, call that amnesia
I strapped up, don't want no kids
My name ain't [?] Angelina, uh
Hi, Kristina, shout out to my exes
Silly hoes, no you cannot get up on my guest list
I don't date, I just pick up and gon' have sex with
Only see her from the back, it's like I am dyslexic
On to the next bitch, there's alot at every show
Rapping is my lucky charm, I came up on a pot of gold
All my flows is cold, just like I wrote them in a lot of snow
No, all my flows is sick, just like I wrote them with a snotty nose
Know your roll, my nigga, I am the best
My music nasty, like a chick with hairy chest
They call me Mister Clean, cause I am very fresh
And I sneeze alot, I am very blessed
I should stop rapping, y'all niggas can't handle me
I don't scrap, my goons will come and jump you like a trampoline
I just make a lady shake it, something like a tambourine
I be spitting acid, like you squeezing on a tangerine
You a fan of me? That's cool dog, rep the gang
I need some more supporters for this giant step to fame
Tees, hats and chains, so don't forget the name
They tell me I'm the shit, septic tank
I bet you thought that I was finished, cut me off when I be spitting
I'll back hand you, like it's tennis, this is class, pay attention
Bitches, I'm a take attendance
Found this chick out there in Venice, she so bad, she got detention
I be flossing, like a dentist, shining, like a tree on Christmas
Pass the rock, my name is XO, I be balling out in Memphis
In the lab, just like a chemist
Tie your shoes boy, why you tripping?
Wanna battle me? I'll murder you, somebody call forensics
And I'm still not done, bitch, my flow is refreshing, Sunkist
Y'all get swept under the rug, like a crumb, bitch
Y'all niggas can't see me, like a Nun's tits
Dumb shit, I call it stupid flow
Underground? You more commercial than a super bowl
I'm fresher than the soap I'm putting on my loofah, ho
Her name ain't Missy or Ciara, but she lose control
By twenty six I'll be so rich I can retire
Name on every ticket, poster, billboard and flyer
Don't know one single nigga that can see me in a Cypher
Throw all of these niggas in a fucking bonfire

[Outro x4:]
It's a bonfire, cut the lights out
I'm burning everything these motherfuckers talk about

 

[fox69]

"Call Of Duty"
(feat. Castro)

"Call Of Duty"
(feat. Castro)



[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
My family struggling, I gotta make all this money for them
I don't pretend, everything that I say is some shit that I seen or some shit that I did
I got arrested for getting too turnt at the bar with a couple of friends
I spit on the cops, I eat turkey bacon, I really don't fuck with the pigs
I had a show the next day with like five-hundred people, you know that I jumped in the crowd
I stepped on the stage, everything that I say, they repeat it, they yelling it loud
If you ain't a bitch then name my dick Futuristic then keep my name out your mouth
I got some niggas that shoot, that's Call of Duty, they aiming them things in your house, sheesh

[Bridge - Futuristic:]
I'm taking care of everybody in my squad
Do your job, I got you, brah, I swear it ain't no prob'
I hit the booth, I spit the truth and I don't take my watch
I got no time for bullshit, I'm recording and they can't make me stop

[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]
Yo, that's on my grandma's grave
I ain't no slave, I'm doing my thang
Created this lane, I paved the way
Stay my lane, remain the same
My bang is bang
A crazy face you make [?]
On the Gambino movie with some bangs to hang
I started picking fruit like orangutang
And telling stories 'bout a dream where babies made
(Dude, what the fuck is this nigga even talking 'bout, bruh?)
Clapping for the wrong reasons
You stink like a dog breathing
Know I get more head than a salon
She drooling like a toddler teething
All these niggas hating on me
Salty cause I'm all-seasoned
I be going like every week
Can't reach me like when you call Jesus (Hello?)
Flow so cold my songs freezing
Bars so sick they car sneezing
Videos with a million views
Selling albums in like all regions
They know that I been fly
Been fly like a bald eagle
Yo shows is like recess
That bell ringing and they all leaving

[Pre-Hook - Futuristic:]
I'm working off of every single thing I can
I came too far, nah, I'm too close, they can't make me quit
And anybody in my way is getting sprayed with Uzi's
Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty

[Hook - Futuristic:]
Call of Duty
Call of Duty
Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty
Call of Duty
Call of Duty
Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty

[Verse 3 - Castro:]
Back again like I respawned
This shit ain't 'bout the biz, I don't respond
Too much of a king to be punished
And if you in my presence you are hanging around a gift
Like a tree ornament
Won't keep quiet got the piece on my hip
If you pussies keep talking shit
Claiming you tight, won't hesitate to bust first
I pre-cum in this bitch
Fuck you pay me, I'm a jiggalo he comes to get rich
And I'm just having fun with this shit
Finna blow like I didn't see the claymore
They get paid more so I don't have to whip
No Nissan down the strip
Half Latin, half black [?]
Ghost Recon in this bitch, wait
Freeze, pause it real quick
I don't even need the beat on when I spit
Always giving it my 300 percent
They want it, he got it
They saw that he bought it
[?] to get this
And they probably wondering how the fuck C started this shit
I don't even know how they think I rap, bring it back
I'm a sing on it real quick like yeeeaaahhh
(Nigga, stop singing! Ahh!)

[Hook - Futuristic]

 

[fox69]

"Can't Handle Me"

"Can't Handle Me"


[Verse 1:]
Fresh cut, with my snapback, CD's in my backpack
I'm the shit, with no exlax, I work out, no guest pass
Tank on with my tats out, cargos with my ass out
Rubberband with my cash out, she see me and she pass out
You can't blame her, because I'm the man, obviously
This ain't Twitter but it seems everybody
And their momma always wanna come follow me
How do he come hard on every track
He a monster and this ain't Holloween
Got money like I just won the lottery
Give a fuck about a nigga in poverty
Who hot as me, let me think, um, nobody
They all wanna rap now, get a new hobby
Shitty flows, pissy ho's, they so potty
Hood niggas, six felonies, four shotties
Oh gholee, let me tell you, I don't give a fuck bitch
Bumping my own shit, while I get my nuts licked
I hope you niggas understanding me, you fans of me
I randomly spit angrily, now can't nobody handle me

[Hook:]
Y'all can't handle me, nigga, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, hater, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, baby, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, bitch, y'all can't handle me
Let me be frank, y'all niggas suck
Please quit rapping, shut the fuck up
Let me be frank, y'all niggas suck
Please quit rapping, shut the fuck up

[Verse 2:]
Hoes come by the buttload, alcohol, truckloads
Clothes off at the front door, already with blunts rolled
Packed up, suitcase, girl tripping, shoelace
New one every Tuesday, they see me, they like hooray
I do my own stunting, Jackie Chan, I'm about to blow up Pakistan
And my chicks stay naked, like Africans
And now their dudes looking blue, like a magic fan
I do my thing and it ain't that hard to see
Quit jocking my style, lil nigga fall back
I'm the Future, it ain't that hard to be
Aktion making the hardest beats
My green do the talking, harvesting
I'm a martian outta this world with the flow
So that money ain't enough to offer me
Quit talking please, need a coffin please
I'm a off these niggas, no charges please
I'm a baller just like barkly, so none of y'all lames is guarding me
I'm slaughtering opponents and I ain't even trying
Rest in peace to competition, need a moment of silence

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Plaid shirt, G-Shock, colorful like a peacock
White girls say he's hot, that means me so he's not
No swag, more sauce, don't know yet, get lost
Make them jump, Kris Kross, I'm too fresh and they're pissed off
What you mad for? Cause everybody know my name
Your girl wanna rock my chain, everybody know you lame
Damn nigga, I'm so ill, do my thing, deal, no deal
She know I'm cold now she wanna chill
And I go hard, I don't need no pill
I'm sick don't need no pill, funny ass nigga, Cosby Bill
Rich ass family, Jada, Will, I'm just trynna make a bill
I'm just trynna get a deal, bitch I'm a get it soon
And my flow is extra hot, just like August, July and June
Okay, I'm clowning on these lame O's
My closet is a fitting room, I walk in there and change clothes
I gotta go, when it comes to this rap shit, I'm the favorite
Niggas be hating, given me crooked
Looks like teeth that need some braces

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Catch You"

"Catch You"


[Hook:]
It's okay to fall in love, fall in love
And if you tripping I'm gon' catch you
It's okay to fall in love, to fall in love
And if you tripping I'm gon' catch you

[Verse 1:]
You think it's my career, I do the things they do
I think it's my career, I probably think that too
So I can't blame you, but I can't take you
Cause you got your own shit
I wanna take you, but I can't make you
Cause you got your own shit
Don't trip if I don't text back
Don't get mad if I miss your call
Don't trip that I get so whack
I promise, I'll never break your heart
You gotta believe me, do you believe me?
If not, you should leave me
But I promise, you gon' be so mad when you see my face on the TV
Yeah, we could go get froyo
I know white girls love that
In your past, your relationship was up and down, like a yo-yo, ours never does that
It's been a minute since we talked last
I had that girl and you had that dude
But I always still thought of you
Kinda crazy how you always thought the same thing too
Okay, we met in the summer; first day of school
I ain't seen you in a minute, came back for the summer
Eleven years later, can't belive you let me hit it
It feels like nothing changed and that's strange
Cause everything's different
You got a kid and I'm a rapper now
Either way, we both moved on and we gifted
We could talk 'til the sun come up, catch up, I don't know much, fill me in
We could watch whatever movie you like, the notebook, oh jeez, I feel like him
I got a gold issue I miss, I need to feel your lips
I'll be back in a month, I know it sucks but please don't trip

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I know you fell for him and he just did you wrong
I'm glad that we linked up, ain't seen you in so long
And it feels perfect, maybe cause you're perfect, at least for me
I treat you better, you deserve it, baby, you deserve it
How could he cheat, you look cute when you first wake up
Sweatpants with no makeup on
You don't really like rap too much
But this about to be your favorite song, at least I hope so
We both young, with dreams to become something more than average
That smile on your face always makes me happy
And when it goes away, I be feeling the saddest
And when I'm gone, I snapchat it
That ass is the fattest, I can't help but grab it
Kissing you is like magic
I'm an addict, you bad, now I got a bad habit
I feel passion when we touch
I'm really not asking for too much
And if you happen to blush, it's cool

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Change"

"Change"



Driving down my old street
Reminiscing 'bout watching concerts from nosebleeds
What's charity? I'm keeping all my proceeds
Yesterday my mama asked, what happened to the old me?
So loving, so caring and so generous
Eager to learn, so I can wipe away the ignorance
I'm only worried 'bout my current situation
If you made it through what I have
You too would be inconsiderate
I only rap about myself, cause I don't have friends
I'm still tryna get over the things my dad did
Two racks for a show and I left it at the crib
I'm still tripping, someone tell me where my cash went
I ain't mad about the money, man, that come and go
I'm just upset my whole family's untrustworthy
Been buying my own clothes, since like fifth grade
My grandmama said, don't you have enough jerseys?
She passed away and I ain't been the same since
Not to mention on the fourth of July
Me and my girl's anniversary
So on the day I'm supposed to be happy
I wear a smile, but I'm hurting inside
And it's like, you gotta grind every second of every day
If you really wanna make it into rotation at the station
So when death and tragedy hits you, you push it away
Ain't no time for a fucking vacation
I'm like, what if it doesn't work, what if I never make it
I'm running out of words, what the fuck am I saying
I should be celebrating all of my latest success
Maybe I should've took that deal, could be my greatest regret
And I'm stressed, overwhelmed of what I put on my own plate
Haters love and that's all I get from my home state
Tell my girl I'm working, so I'll probably be home late
Sometimes I'm really working, sometimes I'm just home late
Change

 

[fox69]

"Chasing Down A Dream"
(feat. Devvon Terrell)

"Chasing Down A Dream"
(feat. Devvon Terrell)



[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
I don't really care what they say about me
I'm sleep when I'm dead and gone
I'm chasing down a dream
A dream, a dream
I'm chasing down a dream
I'm chasing down a dream

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
I been rapping since I was talking, running since I was walking
Grabbing the microphone from the stand like my daddy taught me
Watching the VMAs with my brothers jealous of Justin determined
To change my nothing into a whole lot of something
The hard work pays off, my days long
Had to find a way to make the bass strong
I make great songs, no Kreayshawn
Impatient I ain't tryna wait long but
I Take time to perfect it they offered me deals but I reject it
They want my soul, creative control
And 60% of everything that I'm repping nah
I got these billion dollar dreams that I've been chasing
Studio in the basement
Producing shit that's amazing
They ain't help me, call me selfish
All they wanna do it take it
It's for my love of the game
It ain't about just being famous
I'm a get there or die trying
I'm a product of my environment
Music's in my blood
It's on my mind when I close my eyelids
Wake up then it's back to grinding
No 9-5 but I tried it
I just wanna be the voice you hear every time that you're riding, so

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]
My Lil' brother 'bout to be 16, new whip I got you
My older bro be promoting shows
Take him on the road, give him a job too
My other brothers both talented
That's a platform to get their own shine
My lil' sister fall in love quick
With these dumb kids and their young minds
I wanna take 'em all on a vacay
Make sure they ain't broke for a week 'til payday
I got a girl back home
Damn I wish she'd ignore the things that they say
My cousin's all straight
I want to take my best friend out the hood
Make him give away his AK
My momma ain't one for the drama
I'm a make sure she ain't gotta payment a day late
My dad'll be my DJ
Every beat Akt. make will be on replay
My cousin is a reckless driver
I'm a get him a dope whip to tear up the freeway
And WTF be the clique
I'm a get a big bus so we can mob together
Give 'em a job whatever
It ain't a prob whenever
See all my songs be better
We going hard forever
And, as for me
I just want to say I made it
Bring all my real people so I'm not around no fake shit
Put me on the A-List
Music on that replay list
Filling the faces of anyone who doubted me or hated so

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Clique"

"Clique"


[Intro:]
Uh, I'm in the studio with no shoes on, biiitch
Tahahahahahaha, clique!
You already know who my clique be
Hashtag, WTF Gang lil nigguuuh
I done got my tour shirt
I ain't even on tour but I got my tour shirt
Fuck it, schmang, schmang, schmang
Tell these hoes suck a dick cause I'm schmangin' on 'em
Alright, ya, leggo, ah, ah, leggo
Ummmm, yeah!

[Verse - Futuristic:]
You should know the clique, W-T-F the squadron
Flow outta this world like, Marvin the Martian
Make your girl squirt like a hole on a dolphin
Fucking every beat, I commit rap adult'ry
Talkin', often, that's committin' suicide
Come from Illinois where all these lil' niggas do or die
#YOLO! No bro, video game stupid lives
Call of Duty Future I'm coming back and I'm ruthless guys
Who'll ride? Bet my clique got my back tho'
You spittin' viruses? I'll never catch 'em like a Mac Pro
Feelin' froggy nigga? Leap! Nah, you just a tadpole
Who's your favorite rapper? I get picked more than an afro
Presidents swimming that's cash flow, lame nigga
You all the same niggas, wanna be Drake nigga?
Candy paint nigga, rep my hood to the grave nigga
Even in the slave days I still couldn't hang with' ya'...
Taha! That's fucked up
Droppin' more shit than a goddamn dump truck
Get with' it or shut the fuck up John
Download at only Futuristic dot com

[Outro:]
Clique, clique, clique, aww, clique!
You already know, WTF Gang
That's the clique, bitch!

 

[fox69]

"Clone"
(feat. Jerrin Jaramillo)

"Clone"
(feat. Jerrin Jaramillo)



[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
I been chasing my dreams and now it seems
That I'm finally getting everything that I always wanted most
Left you behind I know, time moving slow, you turned to drugs
I'm hoping and praying that you, don't overdose
Wanna hold you close, but you making it impossible
This fame is just an obstacle, I thought that we could move past
You say you love me, but somehow you got another man
Damn, I just left, I guess that you move fast
I understand that you don't wanna be alone
But this is a broken home, I don't know if it's worth the repair
All I know is, that I'm missing all your kisses
Making love until the morning
While my fingers running through your hair
And you just scared, that I'll forget about you, let me tell you
Yeah, I party, baby, but I know how to control myself
I wish that I could be two places at the same time, I need to find
I need to find a way that I can clone myself

[Hook - Jerrin Jaramillo:]
Yeah, I know I been gone, I left you all alone
I'm on the road, wish I could be home, no, wish I could do both
I think I need a clone, I wish I had a clone, I think I need a clone
I'm on the road, wish I could be home, no, wish I could do both

[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]
My grandmomma getting sick, it make me wanna quit
Drop everything and go and take care of her
It would eat me alive, if she died and I wasn't right by her side Showing that I was there for her, see?
She raised me from a pup, ain't give a fuck, that I was black and she was white and her friends was gonna hate her for it
And if this her last day, I'm a give her everything she ever wanted
She should be able to enjoy it
We could talk for hours, all she want is company
Fried chicken, Coca-Cola and good conversation
She ninety seven, she don't understand technology, fashion
Or even rapping, but she know that it's my occupation
I'm just saying, I love her so much it hurts
It makes me laugh, when she wears her Futuristic shirt
I hate the fact, I'm on the road and she's at home alone
Times like this, make me wish I had a fucking clone

[Hook - Jerrin Jaramillo]

[Outro - Jerrin Jaramillo:]
I'm a tell you like this, I'm a tell you like this, I wish I was home
When I'm on the road, I know that you're there all alone
I wish that I could find, a way to make it right
To be there next to you, for now a clone will have to do

 

[fox69]

"Co-Star"
(with Devvon Terrell)

"Co-Star"
(with Devvon Terrell)



[Bridge 1 - Devvon Terrell:]
Been a long day, baby try one of these
This the type of shit that your mother and father will never see
It's just us, we don't need them
I just wanna see you in a way you never been
Show me something new, do something you ain't never do
You can be the leading lady, I can be the muse
Talk to me nice no sassy
You can be the Damsel in distress, I'm the assassin

[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
Won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Be my co-star

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Yeah, lights, camera, action, the way that you acting
Is got me attacking, that's fatal attraction
Career never stacked, my flow is the coldest
So I'm like fridge you stick to me like magnet
Your ass in them pants, it don't even make sense
Bet you had to lay down on the matress to zip
I can tell from your body you stay in the gym
But you shouldn't do squats in them jeans they might rip
Let me quit baby you can be my co-star, know that that's a dope part, ride me like a gold cart
You ambitious, I get it you going so far
So far you got me up in there going so hard
Cold hearted, disregarded your feelings, in the bed having sex with your mirror on the ceiling
I be acting like 'I don't wanna take it there', and then we take it there, you know you can't write the willing
You plus me make a quick fix, scratching on my back with your French tips, she don't need a jet [?]
They don't wanna miss this, we can play video games I hope you ready for the hit stick
You welcome, that's a blessing, I ain't fronting I'm possesive, I'm a teacher you need lessons, you can get a private session
They can watch it with discretion, you the one to be obsessed with, I'm the answer, here's the question

[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
Won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Be my co-star

[Verse 2 - Devvon Terrell:]
Hoping you noticed that this road goes both ways
What if I told you it's faster to go my way
Leave you in the sun walkin' round, no shades
Tell me why a nigga leave you stranded; road wage
No excuses, I know how true you is
Other niggas take you for granted, why do it
You a star and I know they don't see that, watch out they come out when a young nigga [?]
Nobody believe us, hating when they see us, Niggas playin' 'round with your heart and we pressin' eject
Never let a man tell you everything that he want from you
You should be catered to cause you ain't nobody momma
You can be Michelle baby, I can be Obama
I can be the man, and my girl little stronger
You can play the part baby stay a little longer
Nah, forreal tho, stay a little longer

[Bridge 2 - Devvon Terrell:]
Baby can you tell me what you runnin' away from
Crazy how they noticed that you runnin' when I come
They can't have you now, no
Show me something new, do something you ain't never do
You can be the leading lady, I can be the muse
Talk to me nice no sassy
You can be the Damsel in distress, I'm the assassin

[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
Won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Baby won't you be... my star
Be my co-star...
Be my star
Baby won't you be my star
Baby won't you be my star
Baby won't you be my star
Be my co-star