Two days, keep me straight I pray you'll come running back to me Stay that way, never change I know I'll end up back in your arms Stickin' to the mission Bounce up out my business Slidin' past my old friends, surprised they ain't even miss me, huh Iffy bout these bitches, oh Iffy on these niggas New friends, every moment my life looking like Springer Dancing with Selena Whole lotta truth run out, whole lotta heaters Too many pretenders walkin' round out here Oh-woah Oh-woah Oh-woah Two days, keep me straight I pray you'll come running back to me Stay that way, never change I know I'll end up back in your arms Two days, keep me straight I pray you'll come running back to me Stay that way, never change I know I'll end up back in your arms Back to your arms (Back in your) (Back-Back in your arms) Ooh (Back in your) (Back-Back in your arms) Two minutes, without me For three days, it's no biggie Four wheels, cold rims Five bands, for the whole fam Six weeks, out of town Seven ways you can calm down Eight, nine Going MIA, 10 toes down He ain't in the gettin' paid, knock the 84s Scrapin' Currys, what I drive is absurd See my cup got me slurred Keep that fire on me, you know them young niggas purge Tearin down his block with this chop', make it burn Know I'm straight up out the Christ', but my bitch from the 'burbs All these fiends I done served Way I sip lean, fuck you mean I just slurred? Lean Would you run away if I go? Tell me something that I don't know Would you run away and cry? Would you run away and fly? Why you blushin'? (Aw, you're blushing) You blushin' I look good too, bruh