[Verse 1: Kamre Haze]
Girl, I've been feeling you since 8th grade
And ever since then momma told me I had great taste
If I am the playboy you could be my playmate
Smoking on this potent, girl, tell me how that eighth taste
She don't like to smoke a lot? Girl, get your drank on
If you in your feelings then, girl, get your Drake on
Digging through the ash tray, she was bumping Trey Songz
Put on some makeup and put her game face on
sh** is so sad, girl, I got it so bad
Facing dimes, placing rhymes in my notepad
I was down for you but you kept me on the bench
And now I play the field, like, b**h you missed your chance
Now I'm f**ing hoes and she probably is missing Kam
Tryna make me jealous then you gon' need a different plan
I remember kindergarten when she went and kissed my lips
Then freshman year she got down and kissed my dick
Told me that I gotta wrap it up like a Christmas gift
Or like I'm rolling blunts, gotta spliff the sh**
We was little kids, young love don't last long
You was tryna grow up I was tryna pa** bongs
I ain't give a f** when no hoes did me dirty
They gon' try to hit me up when I'm turning 30
Get the f** out my face, remember when you curved me?
Said I wasn't good enough, garbage bag curbed me
Focused on this rap sh**, no one could turn me off
Hot as Molotov's, in the Holocaust
Did Kendrick ever find out How Much A Dollar Cost?
Or was he stuck on, feeling Sherane
4 years later now I'm feeling her pain
Said I was scumbag cause I like to burn haze
Tell myself I hate her but I can't forget her name, damn
[Verse 2]
This sh** don't feel right, should I be apologizing?
Then I see them other guys and I don't even bother trying
I don't love that hoe, you could tell her I said s** my dick
Mindset childish and I'm so stuck in it
Man, I really don't know what to say
It's been a long time but it feels like it's the other day
And to tell the truth, girl I've been moved on
Been spitting out these flames, hotter than a day in Tucson
Now you feeling me cause everyone say I'm too on?
Now right after hitting it I tell her get a move on
I'm a douchebag, I'm embracing it
All these other guys? They just fake as sh**
She say that she hate it when I'm baked as sh**
So I roll an L then I'm facing it
Let me set the record straight, this is not a love song
This an In-Your-Feelings-But-Do-Not-Give-A-f** song
Oh you don't know the words? You could hum along
Want a taste of Haze? Tell her come along
I'll make you feel worthless or make you feel priceless
And I don't do the fighting, so take this advice, it's
Girl, really do not let that waist go to waste
You got what I need, just thought I'd say it to your face
That's real