Whys Guy - Fun lyrics

[Verse 1: Marquo Vitali] Turn up until it go down Like a pimp at the ho down Speaking with no reluctance and so as such it get profound Spitting that noise to no sound Whoa now She stumbling tryna gather her knees He stuffing his sleeves cuz he want it She on it At the function she so dysfunctional Comfortable knowing that If she overdose she supposed to go Comatose on the floor, an emotional overflow Had moms on the phone with the doctor just one month ago Now she back at it No rehabbing consistent contends that she's no crack addict Only a couple pills now and then A little Jack habit No needles and no pipes are involved it must be kosher But what it was for the night got her stumbling across the floor cuz Homie cut her some bars he tryna get a deal Since she won't lease the beats for free he gon finesse her out her will One objective from her perspective it's just a good time Plan perfected he bout to commit the perfect crime Her friends just as lit but by the time that fires extinguished She on a dirty mattress tryna figure out where her jeans went [Hook: Marquo Vitali] It's all fun and games til somebody get (x4) Red bottoms in hand navigating the hallway Thru the lobby judgmental looks from receptionist always Hella disrespected too hungover to curse tho But half of the mini bar stuffed off in her purse tho Regular performance off many rehearsals Well expected why she don't really ever wear them skirts more Cuz easy access too much attracted the molly missions And she probably didn't believe that you would see it as unintended So she hides the image under lock and key cards Drowning her pain in Dior Cover the shame in couture Never lift the shades no more Emotionally so poor Mental abuse she go for And physical pain is only a gain [Hook: Marquo Vitali] Because it's all fun and games until somebody get It's all fun and games until somebody get [Outro: Marquo Vitali As a kid a man told her to respect the beauty she was given Years later realized she never shoulda been left alone with him