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Stay Up (9:16) – Basi Vibe

You stay up late at night just to tell me
You love me, you love me not
You want me, you want me not
It's getting kinda hard to understand
The little ways you be thinkin'
When the feelings are so delightful
And you unbent and speaking
But hurted when you be drinking
And yelling make it bleak and
By my eyelids waking up
We lying naked, defeated
and somehow..
I allow you to be mental
Steady cutting real deep
Into the rotten walls of my mental
But you be giving me kisses
Like I ain't never had
I be wanting you mrs.
All the rings and that
Like your skin to be ripped open
To get deeper than
You get into mine
When you be really mad
For nothing but a bad word
That you had heard today
Everything is the worst thing
You had heard to date
You ain't trying to hear none of it
Because it's in your fate
To be a bitch about your emotions
F*ck an internal strain
So I let you project
Why the f*ck do I be doing it
I should choose to protect
The clarity of my thoughts
I only want the sunshine and
I'm stuck to you like moss
Like my brain is working a shitty job
And yours is the boss
Not even the kind that be your favorite
'Cause when u get to talking
I don't hear a boss ass bitch
I hear my bitch ass boss, my god
Should've been to church when we could've
maybe then we'd calm with a sermon
Shouldn't be too bad
Even when we set our eyes on high
With our feet atop some dirt
Among the serpents
That's wishful thinking tho..
The boy could dream
Of love not unlike the ones that
You be seeing on screens
But turned up to eleven though
(eleven though)
'Cause that was us before
Things went askew, I loved when
When I could hear your heart move
And the passion in your breath
When it's just us and the moon
And it's drum pressed to drum
In this quiet ass room
Details be sounding amplified
And your talk turned smooth
Without the fire from your lungs
Unjustified
By the ivy growing rampant from the root of my tongue
I pray to high heaven
From whence this love became
That you would
Shut the f*ck up
Respectfully
So you can baptize me by sweat
And we can do it all again
You stay up

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