Blood Orange - Chewing Gum lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat] My dog, Rico [?] Grill on froze [?] come up You heard me? Grill, gr-gr-grill Grill on froze [Chorus: Devonté Hynes] Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me [Verse 1: Devonté Hynes] Switchin' up your style, but you've waited too long Funny until now so it's wrong Basing yourself, and racing yourself in the name of truth What's true? [Refrain: Devonté Hynes] Brother, baby, we've seen it all And we're tired, so what you want from me? Grill on froze [Chorus: Devonté Hynes] Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me [Verse 2: Devonté Hynes] Nothing can replace me if you're not taking my lead Better to be broken than in need, uh [Refrain: Devonté Hynes] Brother, baby, we've seen it all And we're tired, uh, so what you want from me? [Chorus: Devonté Hynes] Tell me what you want from me What you want from me baby Tell me what you want from me (Grill on froze) Tell me what you want from me (Want from me) Tell me what you want from me (?) [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] Lookin' for the truth, for the job Blowing like the time, word of mouth Shawty told me that this world is ours Selfish with that p**y like it's mine Peppermint, double-mint, spearmint, type of sh** She the type of chick to get right on the dick Ride on the dick, with no license and sh** No relatives, sentimental It's detrimental, still compared to this relevance She the type of chick to get right on the dick Ride on the dick, with no license and sh** Back and forth, wall to wall, usin' jaw Losin' drawers in the sauce, now On the clock, never off That p**y got, won't let her off, and it's all good Shout out my ex, though, she was the best, though Got on my damn nerves, hella fresh, though I bought that Guess shirt, she had that mesh shirt I turned it to a sweatshirt, throw on that sweatshirt She f** with Earl, too, she f** with girls, too, I f** with her too Tell her quit the chattin', jaws made for chewin' If you f**in' with me, bet you know what you're doin', like [Outro: Project Pat] ([?], Get the [?], Grill on froze, [?], before they k** me, you heard me?) Pep talk, I like the dirty, dirty, the little, beat it, beat it Tell her [?] a whole lot of sh** She'ill never get it [?] You know will let me hit [?] n***a b**h, he is very slick A millionaire b**h [?] The whole mogul rich n***a Pretty hate, I got choppas call me pretty Drake