Kojaque Wickid Tongues Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You make me nervous when you're out late
I know you'll be safe and sound
But I know the type of hounds who darken doorways out in town
But have it your way
To have me waitin' on a whim, you call that foreplay?
I call that mind games
Clipped wings with that back-and-forth connection
Back when shit was simple
Love was just affection
That's my biased recollection
Can't remember feelin' like this for somebody else since
That's a first to have me stuck for my words
It's better than eatin' 'em
Some of your friends, I'd trust as far as I'd beat 'еm
Apologies if it seems that my trust is depletin'
It's not you I havе to worry 'bout, is it?
(It's not you I have to worry 'bout, is it?)
Mmm, it's not you I have to worry 'bout, is it?
(It's not you I have to worry 'bout, is it?) Yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Word to the wise, keep them dogs on leash
Or in the pound, f*ckin' hounds sniffin' 'round, need bleach
By the case or the gallon, keep the dirt off the streets
Control's a problem I have, I guess I'm some kinda freak
Mistrust is like a household weed
It don't get planted by us, f*ck, it grows with ease Until I hate myself for lettin' someone in this deep
Who am I gonna blame but me?
[Chorus]
It's always trouble when tongues wicked as ours meet
And I struggle to work the trick of this car seat
While you're thinkin', "What are we?"
I'm present but hardly
'Cause I'm fit to pull the trigger on bars, see
It's always trouble when tongues wicked as ours meet
And I struggle to work the trick of this car seat
While you're thinkin', "What are we?"
I'm present but hardly
'Cause I'm fit to pull the trigger on bars, see
It's always trouble when tongues wicked as ours meet
And I struggle to work the trick of this car seat
Keep thinkin', "What are we?"
I'm present but hardly
'Cause I'm fit to pull the trigger on bars, see
It's always trouble when tongues wicked as ours meet
And I struggle to work the trick of this car seat
I'm thinkin', "What are we?"
You're present but hardly
See, I don't think that you're the type that's gon' marry me
And it's always trouble when tongues wicked as ours meet