Blue Slides & Night Skies

My Luck

by Pick Patek

on Blue Slides & Night Skies (2018), My Luck (2018)

[Hook]
With my luck
I be rollin solo, I be rollin solo
Tryna figure you out, yeaheeeyeah
I told myself never again, but I hit you up
Late night, date night
Dancin' wit you in the moonlight, so right
I hate falling in love
Only time I'm afraid of heights, ‘fraid of height

[Verse 1]
All in my Instagram DM's, they pestering me to just add ‘em on snap
On the real I do not fuck wit the snap
Only the realist I gon hit you back (yeah)
I got you flowers, the next day I'm cutting it off cuz I don't really like you
I'm fuckin' your friend just to spite you
She really ain't nothin' to me
Hella reasons why we'd never work
Circulatin' thru my mental
But every night before I go to sleep
You got me thinking we were meant to
Be together, like, King and Corretta
Homies say go and get her
I just wan show a tell her
Yeah, to me she was nothin but a friend
Till we texted and called and we did to no end (yeah)
And she had a man, but she always was
Telling me that she not fuckin' wit him
And they nearin' the end, all in a blaze
Hit her up took her right out on a date
I got all these feelings girl what can I say
She said she not ready how long does I️t take

[Hook]
With my luck
I be rollin solo, I be rollin solo
Tryna figure you out, yeaheeeyeah
I told myself never again, but I hit you up
Late night, date night
Dancin' wit you in the moonlight, so right
I hate falling in love
Only time I'm afraid of heights, ‘fraid of height

[Verse 2: Kenny Greene]
Stomach is turning it's early, i'm sipping this vine
I been looking pass the past, only thing passing is time
Tell me if you reading simple, I can breed intricate lines
Feed you this recipe, you lean to melody yeah, no melodyne
They say Philly so gritty, probably because I'm so illy
Wife beater on me it's sticky, cause i been whipping up but it ain't jiffy
Girl, I won't buy that pedi, if you start acting so petty
Tell me she want it come get it, I'm swanky i got keep steady
She like my Kohrs, send her to Kohrs, we tear down the store
Mind went afar, lost in my thoughts, I didn't make it back home
Little shorty wanna thank me now, but really need her just to hold me down
She know I don't really listen much I question if my head is really made of ground
I just wanna talk to you now, I don't wanna fight
Separate right and wrong with you how?
We gone make light, when I'm dark and I'm brown
Call you up make this complicated
I'm just tryna spark a conversation
I told you that i wanna get inside but i didn't say i'm tryna see you naked

[Hook]
With my luck
I be rollin solo, I be rollin solo
Tryna figure you out, yeaheeeyeah
I told myself never again, but I hit you up
Late night, date night
Dancin' wit you in the moonlight, so right
I hate falling in love
Only time I'm afraid of heights, ‘fraid of height

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