Classified
Texture.
(INTRO)
This is ma double shot rum issa straight no ice thing

(VERSE)
In this cold world corner of my eye I seen a corner store
Baby shaving coca she could've been copping Jordan 4s
I been in the forest trecking cross these many paths I chose
It be constantly reminding me about my awful choices
Maybe one day she could look past these Rollin Royces
Hit it 2 times, now she sicka hearing engine noises
I been in a 4 seat, 4 peat
No controlling me
Playing games on her like pass me the controller G

(CHORUS)
Na she got me missing class
Got mе dodging Lectures
Steady buying clothеs for her coz she love the texture

(VERSE)
I texted her, baby messy and I couldn't mess with her
Calling me at 5 in the morning I'm standing next to her
Catch me pacing back and forth, miscomplacent thoughts
Driving in my black accord, speeding on the 304
Way we argue on the phone I couldn't promise coming home
Thinking bout how you ain't learn shit from all these moments
(BRIDGE)
Steady sending calls to voice mail I'm in my zone
Couldn't stand nun had to leave this bitch alone
Shouldn't be in the car while I'm offa this much Patron
But this Classified shit I shouldn't be telling on my own

(CHORUS)
Na she got me missing class
Got me dodging Lectures
Steady buying clothes for her coz she love the texture
Na she got me missing class
Got me dodging Lectures
Steady buying clothes for her coz she love the texture