[Hook:]

I only call you when I got time to kill, time to kill
You’re just a distraction
You’re just a distraction
You’re just a distraction
You’re just a distraction

[Verse 1: Myke Charles]

Clock murdering, drop purring
Through blocks where shorty resides
Heart burglary, no warranty
Whenever we do collide
She often comments on the vibe
Says I’m illusive, full of excuses
But when I come through, she let me inside
Withholding my pride would be useless
Wine glasses, shy glances
Time passes, your fine ass is my getaway
But this kills you, and my emotions stay hidden safe
Mildew in that bedroom
Spill thoughts like real talk
Catch feelings like ill cough
Then I dip set and I peel off
DNA from our beads of sweats
Fingerprints from caressing
Evident you upset, I seemingly left unaffected
You victimized with regret
Blowing up my phone with these questions
Sorry I was just killing time
And used you as my weapon