Joyner Lucas - Literally lyrics

[Verse 1] She say I think with my dick and she probably right And it’s Friday night And he gon’ do whatever when he feeling good But girl I promise you that me and him are not alike I swear he ’bout to be the d**h of me I can’t fight it And he gon’ do whatever when he feel like it I tried to teach him ’bout relationships and he don’t like it And he gon’ go inside whoever when he feel invited I had a conversation with him from the get go He said] (n***a calm down let me finish, yo Don’t understand why you acting like a b**h, though Ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of s**, hoe You ain’t gotta stress yo) My n***a, listen, you a part of me You get me in trouble then you fall asleep And all it takes is some liquor and some R&B But you gon’ f** around and turn me into Charlie Sheen (Look n***a, I’ve been getting teased while the guys get played Sweating in your jeans all goddamn day Tryna feel a little breeze you can get a little wet Go swimming till she screams, make her feel it in her chest Love a b**h that’ll s** me and swallow your kids up Kiss me on my eyes while she tying her hair up Then give a ma**age as I lay it down sh** I could do this all night, I don’t play around) My n***a you don’t ever take your time so it never lasts You sabotage every chick I ever had When you see another chick you say goddamn The blood rushing to your head and then you dive in And you willing to say whatever just to get some You better hope that I don’t ever f**ing catch none Cause you a dirty motherf**er you should listen to me Or I’mma have to cut you off Literally [Hook/Chorus] I’ve been thinking with my dick, baby I ain’t got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own I’ve been thinkin with my dick, but I’m tired of these hoes And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore I’ve been thinking with my dick, baby I ain’t got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own I’ve been thinking with my dick, but I’m tired of these hoes And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore [Verse 2] She say I think with my dick and she probably right Yeah it’s Friday night And he gon’ do whatever when he feeling good But girl I promise you that me and him are not alike He saying hi, hello and got a thing for Adele He got a mind of his own, he really think for himself It’s hard to keep him happy, he a heavy hitter When b**hes call him daddy then his head get bigger I had a conversation with him, had to set him straight He said] (n***a calm down, homie listen, Jay Ain’t nothing wrong with some p**y and a little brains Besides I don’t really know if this is just a phase And I don’t mean to be rude or to hate though But I get bored when I’m in and out the same ho The same p**y every night I’mma lay low And I could care less if she keep her f**in legs closed I love a b**h that’ll s** me and swallow your kids up Kiss me on my eyes while she tying her hair up Then give a ma**age as I lay it down And as soon as I’m done with her I’mma make my rounds) You don’t ever take your time so it never lasts Plus you sabotaged every b**h I ever had And you don’t even fade, you f** it you lazy And as soon as you f** up, then I’m stuck with a baby And I hope that you know you giving me a bad reputation All because you don’t know how to relax and be patient Now these b**hes tripping they getting mad at me blatant They call me a bunch of names, that’s some bad defamation And today I’m getting checked at the f**ing clinic And if I got something then I know who f**ing did it Cause ever since the other day I kinda feel a little burn when I’m pissing And if I got something I hope my girl don’t get it, hold up Uh, yeah (This message is for Mr. Lucas Dr Kipling’s office calling, uh, your lab results came in today And, uh, quite a few positives on there So please give the office a call back as soon as you can Thank you) Oh my God, you gotta be f**ing kidding me C’mere you dirty little motherf**er should of listened to me (What’d I do?!) Now I’mma cut your a** off (Wait what’d I do?!) Literally (Stop! Joyner stop it!!) The f** over here! C’mere! (I’m sorry!! No noooo!) [Hook/Chorus] I’ve been thinking with my dick, baby I ain’t got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own I’ve been thinkin with my dick, but I’m tired of these hoes And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore I’ve been thinking with my dick, baby I ain’t got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own I’ve been thinking with my dick, but I’m tired of these hoes And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore (You have reached the National Suicide Prevention Hotline Also serving as the Veterans’ Crisis Line If you are in emotional distress or suicidal crisis Or are concerned about someone who might be We’re here to help Please hold on while we route your call to the nearest crisis center in our network)