Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Waste My Time (feat. Keyshia Cole) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Waste My Time (feat. Keyshia Cole)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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London on the track
Can't kick it how we kick it
We tell a trick to kick the rocks
I see the bullshit and I dismiss it
I done been through a lot
I done been around the block
(?) try not to...
Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, cause I don't have it for you
You blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
Oohhh, I can't think right
Hurry up and move or you can't think bae
If you snooze you lose but I might fuck your wife
You can call me Tom Cruise, I wanna wreck your life
Wreck it, red coupe, spaghetti and I check it
Oh yeah, we havin' more fun than a (?)
All white attire like I'm at a weddin'
And I just wanna be like Ox from Belly
Ohhh you push me to the rim
You know I'm your little baby
I'm stackin' bread and it's wheat like Timbs
Fuck a start, bae you know you wanna race but please
Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You blow in mine, playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, cause I don't have it for you
You blow in mine, playin' with my mind
Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
Playin' with my mind
How many times do I gotta give you
Til you realize I'm the one
I'm tired of playin' these games witcha baby
Cause you'll never realize, no one will do you like I do
Love you like I do
And I'm so tired of the games
Trying to throw me in my game, won't let you play with my
Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You blow in mine, playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, cause I don't have it for you
You blow in mine, playin' with my mind
Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
Playin' with my mind
I won't ask her for a chance cause your heart cold
These are little niggas, call 'em tampons
You know I want that ass and mouth, so what you ask for?
I spit 150 for 200 on her dash board
Yeah, ride it fast like a Nascar
You a peasant what you stand for
I get dirty bands like a drug lord
I got lots of spots like a tiger