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letra de lovesick / sick of love (interlude) - wermer

[act i]

[verse 1]
at house with my feet up, chilling with no sneakers
rocking soccer pants from adidas, ironically playing fifa
then i get a text from the mans talking about
“a couple strags trying to meet up,” that’s when i precede to
lock the phone, get back to soccer goals
i’m tired of thots and– oh my god, h-llo?
“bro, shorty you been trying to smash is coming through bro, and she brought her friend too”
sh-t, say less, huuuh
jumped from bed and nearly dropped the phone
played it cool ’cause my momma home
found a fresh fit, dipped from the crib, then i’m on the road
quarter tank so i hit the g station, threw a dub in
‘case we hit the city, or hit up mr. sub, it’s
only right i ask them if they’re hungry
come to think about it i ain’t trying to get to f-cking on an empty stomach
hit the homie line, told him when i slide, y’all just jump in
and have the lauren london lookalike up in the front
and i can start to make a proper introduction
how she ain’t snack, but a mother f-cking luncheon
wait, let me show some patience, i’ll just play some
timberlake up on the station, maybe that’ll help with serenading
as i pull up to my situation
señorita hits the front seat, looks at me and started saying

shorty: so you’re this big time rapper huh?
wermer: sh-t, i don’t even rap no more lil baby, i’m trying to sing you a love song
shorty: -laughing- alright, why don’t you go ahead and sing me something then?
wermer: wait, wait what?
shorty’s friend: yeah timberlake, show out
wermer: alright, but fair warning, you know what i’m saying, these seats is leather so i don’t want you f-cking up my seats and all that
homie: yeah, yeah, yeah that’s cool and all, but, i’m hungry bro i’m trying to get something to eat

[act ii]

[verse 2]

pause the conversation, turning off of hammes and
hit the corner like advanced geometry equations
pulling up i put the car in park, as we’re getting out
i told the homie “ay, gon’ and grab a table”
i hit the register and after getting blazin’ chicken tenders
told her she can get whatever i’ma make the payment
“oh really now?” yeah people paying goofy bread
for the knock off gucci belts i’m selling out my momma bas-m-nt
she started laughing, asking am i always cracking jokes
i tell her yeah it’s all included with the starter package
as i thought about advancing, i started walking backwards (d-mn)
took the food to the booth and we started smashing and said
i’m about to k!ll this chicken like a star assassin
i’m about to put this chicken tender basket in a casket
and k!ll a whole d-mn tree when i use about a million napkins
“oh my god…”
once again i got her laughing, we finish up, start relaxing
usher raymond started playing and i started dancing
saying, i ain’t really all that nice, knowing i was capping
then the homie started asking what’s happening (what’s the move)
i looked at her, she looked at me, we’re feeling the attraction
i lean to her and said, is your last name jackson?
lil baby, is you really about that action?
fast forward about an hour later, in the whip rolling sour papers
you been bragging how a cherry stem is child’s play
and how you only use your mouth to take the wrapper off a now & later
got me contemplating, sh-t you about to suck this rapper off now or later?
got me losing concentration
man f-ck it, i’ma make a move and own it
i don’t want to lose this moment, i’ma capture before the time is wasted

wermer: look, i’ma be honest with you baby, i think i’m falling in love with you
shorty: love?! honey, you know nothing about me
wermer: i mean i don’t know nothing about pizza, but shoot i love pizza you know what i’m saying
shorty: -laughing- oh my god you funny as h-ll, and i guess you kinda cute or whatever
wermer: or whatever, huh?
shorty: mhm
wermer: why don’t you tell me about whatever?
shorty: or, i could show you

[act iii]

[verse 3]
things are going as expected
went from bumping tiller to playing some shawn mendez
flirty conversations and talking about our exes, mmm
30 minutes later we make it to song 7
you got particular taste
you’re so obsessed with the chase
you don’t waste time on the conversations, no
you just go right for the pace
this what i been waiting for
skip the conversation, we ain’t trying to take it slow
we’re just living in the moment, everything that we been holding been escaping
so, who’s about to take control, f-ck it
i’m going straight for the stomach until she tell me she love it and can’t take no more
got me thinking about f-ll-tio until i hear track 13 steady coming from the radio
-phone rings-
pick the phone up, yerr what it is
homie started tripping, was screaming in my ear
nothing really clear so i told the homie, yo, chill
next thing i know, this is what i hear
“bro, you don’t believe this sh-t
the chick i’m with just went full clean snitch”
g, the f-ck is you talking about
“bet bro, watch this”
then i receive three pics

wermer: yo, who the f-ck is this?
shorty: hmm?
wermer: hmm?! hmm?! who the f-ck is this?!
shorty: what are you tal–
wermer: clearly you got a boyfriend! my mans just sent me all these pics with you and.. man, shorty get the f-ck out of my whip with that sh-t
shorty: man whatever, f-ck you
wermer: with your trifling, with your ugly ass
shorty: i don’t need you or your trash ass music, f-ck out of here
wermer: “your trash ass music,” ugh, sh-t!
shorty: you ain’t that cute anyway
wermer: f-ck out my car shorty! f-ck out of here! and call an uber while you at it! stupid ass. sh-t. yo, yo… h-llo? h-llo?
homie: man, man bro. f-ck her, f-ck her man, and her big head ass friend bro. you the goat g, no cap

- wermer

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