Lyrics Sweet Nothing - Sarob

Sweet Nothing

I got a receipt for all deceit that I done perpetrated
Girls I dated
Hurt and played
The get-no-worse behavior
By now I’m dodging her, telling her that it’s work related
Keep it a g, that shit was up-under-the-skirt-related
I hit and skirt the pavement
To flirt with picture perfect
Women who burst the framing
If words are worth a painting
Then I could trace out every curve
I observe
And it’s marvelous
Give my best, you deserve
Say your wish and I serve
What’s the real wit' it?
Tell me that you’re through but you still widdit
You know what’s going on
Show me what’s going on
What’s the deal wit' it?
Tell me that you’re through but you still here, baby
Thought we were moving on
Tell me what’s going on
Trusting
Something
Good loving
Hold me down, don’t worry ‘bout what I’m up in
Unemotional, giving her sweet nothings
And she keep coming
I got a…
New shorty who as thick as the plot
Still fade away, that’s my signature shot
Can’t be laid up watching the clock
Gave her the D now I got it on lock
Gave her the preview of some of my drops
Yeah she a freak but I need her to stop
Mimicking goals, using me as a prop
Just to stunt on her ex
Way too eager to flex
Don’t care who it affects
She got no self-respect
I felt a void forever deep the day we separated
Inside is ugly no matter how well I decorate it
You told me that «It's now or never, baby, ain’t no later»
I responded, «I love you but can’t return the favor»
I peep your story just to not seem as passive aggressive
But now to keep in touch is only making me obsessive
She’s in my dreams, in my room, feel her every second
Forever restless and need to find a way to redress it
I got a question:
I felt a relief when all the tension ‘tween us terminated
I hit your phone in times I’m weak, said, «How you doing lately?»
Word on the street you got a man, I understand
Ain’t been around like that
Was never s’posed to be like this but some shit go like that
I guess I’ll go right back
To bustin' shorty‘s back
She know me off rap
Her cousin want a track
Cause his shit ain’t crack
Don’t deal with fakin jax
It’s just me, myself & INI
Tell him relax
My ex said she found somebody, I guess that’s her choice
You can go and scream his name, shorty, that’s your voice
But don’t you ever try and play me, saying I was the worst
Just because your first love didn’t work
Forreal
Now what’s the deal
Now what’s the deal widdit
You know what’s going on
You know what’s going on
And what’s the real?