Blooming - Sal Houdini

Something’s just don’t need to be explained

Like how this love is stronger than cocaine

Sometimes I need less words and more face

Sometimes we seem to get out of place

But sometimes you just get too out of hand

Watch out how you’re talkin' to the man

You say things just to watch me react

You’re why I became insomniac

Flower bloomin' like a blossom

Runnin' back is not an option

Two red cups got me twisted

What’s inside of this concoction?

Sick love got me nauseas

It’s not me, it’s you

Baby girl you’re so toxic

Yeah, I’m not really perfect

I got skeletons in the closet

Blood is flowin' through the faucet

Shit is gettin' exhaustin'

Runnin', runnin' like a quarterback

Should’ve listened to my conscience

Next time I fall in love

Got to make sure that I’m cautious

(Hook)

Aye

I hate the way you played it, played it, played it

I’m tired of the waitin', waitin', waitin'

Catch me doin' 90 inside the Mercedes

We both know you only hit me up 'cause I made it

Say that you been drinkin' 'cause of me lately

Said I’m on your mind you’ve been thinkin' 'bout me lately

Said that you’ve been drivin' and swingin' by me lately

Smokin', fuckin', drinkin' whiskey

Drivin' while I’m a little tipsy

Text me, tell me that you miss me

You stopped sendin' texts that are risky

Do you miss me?

Tell me lies so good that you trick me

Text me, tell me that you miss me

Text me, tell me that you miss me

(Pilot)

Ladies and gentlemen

Goodafternoon

This is your captain speaking

Just about ready to depart

We should be way on schedule in the next couple of minutes or so

Please make yourselves comfortable

I do hope you enjoy the flight

Sittin' 'round with some pretty bitches and my mans told me to save one

Home girls that I know tellin' me to choose one and then date one

All their personalities assed out, all these bitches got is good makeup

And they only stick around for good sex 'cause they know the stroke game is A1

No my lifestyle ain’t like other rappers baby girl, I ain’t got day ones

They never liked me from the get go and they still hate from a distance

Everyone around me eventually gives me reasons why their fake ones

I can’t pick one if you ask who’s real baby girl, I can’t even name one

No, no

Yeah

You just want to chill if we’re smokin' and we’re drinkin'

I got way too used to fuckin' bitches when we linkin'

I got way too used to losin' service in the Lincoln

While I’m whippin' to your cribo I’m already in the Lincoln

Got to take the tunnel from the city back to Brooklyn

Late night drives on Junction, or by Bedford, or by Bushwick

Late night at Kings Plaza with my closest that I could pick

(Hook)

Aye

I hate the way you played it, played it, played it

I’m tired of the waitin', waitin', waitin'

Catch me doin' 90 inside the Mercedes

We both know you only hit me up 'cause I made it

Say that you been drinkin' 'cause of me lately

Said I’m on your mind you’ve been thinkin' 'bout me lately

Said that you’ve been drivin' and swingin' by me lately

Smokin', fuckin', drinkin' whiskey

Drivin' while I’m a little tipsy

Text me, tell me that you miss me

You stopped sendin' texts that are risky

Do you miss me?

Tell me lies so good that you trick me

Text me, tell me that you miss me

Text me, tell me that you

(Outro)

I hate the way you played it, played it, played it

I’m tired of the waitin', waitin', waitin'

Catch me doin' 90 inside the Mercedes

We both know you only hit me up 'cause I made it