Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Papaya, artist - Saba. Date of issue: 06.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Papaya |
| I wanted you while you were |
| With your guy but that beside the point |
| The fruits of the labor, papaya |
| One day we’ll split the 'paya and maybe enjoy (Aw) |
| Your brown skin turns blue, under the moon |
| You know I don’t smoke, but you fired the joint |
| I just want to chill (Chill), with you |
| I ain’t got shit to do, I was hopin' you’d join (Aw) |
| Runnin' there don’t mean nothing (Mean nothing) |
| Runnin' there don’t mean nothing (Mean nothing) |
| I said that just my baby babe |
| While the clock go tick, flavor flay |
| Back when they offered me pay to play |
| Like, look at this long way we came |
| Some of the greatest turn Jay and Dame |
| And they split when the seasons change |
| But I know it won’t be that way |
| If ever I see the day you by my side like a pole |
| I see you in my peripheral |
| Albeit I don’t need no stethoscope |
| I’m tellin' you shit I ain’t ever told no one |
| I know you know me very well |
| And love you barely felt, before most times I’m fairly sure |
| We’ll end up in fairy tale |
| Tutorial, you’ll show me how, how can I be with you |
| Slide on the AM kick |
| Pinch me, I must be dreamin' still |
| If we gon' chill, I been in that corner, I’m spinnin' that wheel |
| You gon' come out when I text you, «I'm here» |
| Your boyfriend mad, now you here with the bill |
| I wanted you while you were |
| With your guy but that beside the point |
| The fruits of the labor, papaya |
| One day we’ll split the 'paya and maybe enjoy (Aw) |
| Your brown skin turns blue, under the moon |
| You know I don’t smoke, but you fired the joint |
| I just want to chill (Chill), with you |
| I ain’t got shit to do, I was hopin' you’d join (Aw) |
| Runnin' there don’t mean nothing (Mean nothing) |
| Runnin' there don’t mean nothing (Mean nothing) |
| Ayy, but I hope she don’t cat like Garfield when you get this invite |
| Love like gettin' hit with a semi |
| Don’t judge too much with the pen, right |
| 'Less you by my side, then it’s alright |
| Had a few bros off of the insight |
| Know you dozed off after the midnight |
| I stayed up tryna wait for riplight |
| You went to bed, you ain’t even say goodnight (Hahaha) |
| But that’s my baby, like I’m ballin' though, young dumb and broke |
| Ayy, said that’s my baby, like I’ma claim her, like in that Maury show |
| Get that baby like on my way tonight, baby stay the night |
| I wanted you while you were |
| With your guy but that beside the point |
| The fruits of the labor, papaya |
| One day we’ll split the 'paya and maybe enjoy |
| Your brown skin turns blue (Blue), under the moon (Moon) |
| You know I don’t smoke, but you fired the joint |
| I just want to chill (Chill), with you |
| I ain’t got shit to do, I was hopin' you’d join (Aw) |
| Runnin' there don’t mean nothing (Mean nothing) |
| Runnin' there don’t mean nothing (Mean nothing) |