🎵 nah he hackin // by athera (USA)

2 Contributorsnah he hackin Lyrics [Intro: Adam Levine] I'm at a payphone trying to call home All of the change I spent on you Where have the times gone Baby its so wrong Where are the plans we made for two? Yeah I, I know its hard to remember The people we used to be It's even harder to picture That you're not here next to me You say it's too late to make it But is it too late to try? And in our time that you wasted All of our bridges burned down [Build: Adam Levine & Latto] I've wasted my nights You turned out the lights Now I'm paralyzed Still stuck in that time When we called it love But even the sun sets in paradise I'm at a payphone trying to call home (I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it) All of my change I spent on you (I ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah) Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong (Ayy, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris) Where are the plans we made for two? (Real gutter bitch, real plugs—) [Drop: Latto & YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (Let's go) Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we— [Verse 2: NMIXX & Latto] 눈을 맞춰, it's so easy, you just gotta (Love me like this, love me like that) (Love me like this, love me like that) I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it I ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah Ayy, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris Real gutter bitch, real plugs and con— [Drop: Latto] I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it I ain't athletic, but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah Ayy, where that cash at? I stack it like Tetris Real gutter bitch, real plugs and connections First I make him eat it 'til he lockjaw Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh I run it up, they busy running they mouth I'm a real ass, rich ass [Outro: Latto] Bitch from-fr-fr-from the SoS-SoS-SoS-So—