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letra de harbor springs - trey coachman

[intro:]

-sax solo-

check

[verse 1:]

we ain’t on the same page or ever on a high note
ever since boy crossed paths and got you feeling pyro
saying you chill, but your emotions on a spiral
i’m catching all cues, and conflicting with your own style for a while
have i ever got you that messed up back in our old days?
feeling so burned where we used to toast with the champagne
got us out of step f-cking up the vibe like oouu klank clang
i ain’t said let it be smooth, use your d-mn indicator ‘for you switch lanes
alright babe, i’m just saying
i’m a good man but you assuming that i’m guilty
you thinking that i would move like those n-ggas so filthy
see why i gotta prove my innocence through your past evidently?
you said you over past boy, i’m dreaming like oouu pinch me

[chorus:]
ayo tell me
who got you feeling this way?
who got you feeling this way?
‘cause baby
you usually got more here to say
usually got more here to say
yo tell me
who got you feeling this way?
who got you feeling this way?
‘cause maybe
don’t wanna say it but
yeah, yeah, don’t wanna say it but
[verse 2:]
d-mn that boy never listen
boy always cooking
every cut sharp just like a brisket
i nixed it, the next time you show you don’t wanna fix this
using me as punching bag tryna prove that i ain’t different
throwing deep harbor emotions like you think that i’m fishing
throwing up a clenched fist too many times to believe you said you kidding … ha
i’m pr-ne to mumble and we both know i’m good at fibbing you saw, how
i can paint a lifestyle like a work of art
you used to scream to my strokes
i taught you your own rhythm gal
get your system raw, reaction from the au-dience of one
then i devour, your hors d’oeuvres, like come here gal
hand on my stick, na, i don’t stale
i hit may pause, roll that like a basketball
hit that winner on the buzz
all the strings but are we attached, na

[part ii]

i’m the original
i don’t write the rules
they blow the whistle once they tryna end my calls
but keep chirping while my name is carved up in these walls
when’s the last time a n-gga used one hand to unhook the bra?
now you keep it a sport, got n-gga on your line
getting all the rings when you see them sweating
while i’m leading in the front and behind
tell me who in your phone since me got you to reach the other side like
[chorus:]
tell me
who got you feeling this way?
who got you feeling this way?
‘cause baby
you usually got more here to say
usually got more here to say
yo tell me
who got you feeling this way?
who got you feeling this way?
‘cause maybe
don’t wanna say it but
yeah, yeah, don’t wanna say it but

[outro:]
-sax solo-

- trey coachman

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