Lunacity by Tom The Mail Man Lyrics
[Verse 1]
That girl don't ever take me serious
'Cause half the time I'm just delirious
Bitches callin' me mysterious
And honestly I'm prolly on my period
Talkin' like its Sean is only hearing this, shit
And half the time I'm lost to my best
Still lost in my thoughts
Caught up in my head, fuck
Still rep TDC 'til the death of me
Still get bored while this motherfucker textin' me
Why the fuck we up late night
Talkin' on the facetime
Somethin' just ain't right
And I still be so lonely, but I never talk
I got so much on me, but they only spark
They don't know how I feel but that's okay
I wanna do this solo ain't no multiplay, ayy
[Bridge]
And I feel like I don't really know to many niggas in my real life
And I feel like I don't really know to many niggas in my real life
And I feel like, I feel like
In my real life, In my real life, ayy
You got mail
[Verse 2]
And who do I call?
When I got like twenty fuck niggas grippin' on my balls
And twenty bad bitches clout suckin' 'til its dawn
I feel the night sky and forty more just respawned
The back of my neck feel hectic its stress filled
Momma impressed so I guess that I'm blessed still
Fuck a nigga pep talk
Talk to my pet dog
Longer than these fuck niggas actin' like they get Sean
Who the fuck is Sean though
Only got love my for mom, yo
Only got love for this condo
The niggas say I wouldn't get
Fuck the niggas sit up on my wooden dick
Splinters in their pussy
Guess you bitches probably should've spit flex
Put that fucking ice on my wounds and my neck
Laugh of cult bitches, them pussies get wet
They told me T-O-M coming up next
When compared to these rappers I've been a vet
That girl don't ever take me serious
'Cause half the time I'm just delirious
Bitches callin' me mysterious
And honestly I'm prolly on my period
Talkin' like its Sean is only hearing this, shit
And half the time I'm lost to my best
Still lost in my thoughts
Caught up in my head, fuck
Still rep TDC 'til the death of me
Still get bored while this motherfucker textin' me
Why the fuck we up late night
Talkin' on the facetime
Somethin' just ain't right
And I still be so lonely, but I never talk
I got so much on me, but they only spark
They don't know how I feel but that's okay
I wanna do this solo ain't no multiplay, ayy
[Bridge]
And I feel like I don't really know to many niggas in my real life
And I feel like I don't really know to many niggas in my real life
And I feel like, I feel like
In my real life, In my real life, ayy
You got mail
[Verse 2]
And who do I call?
When I got like twenty fuck niggas grippin' on my balls
And twenty bad bitches clout suckin' 'til its dawn
I feel the night sky and forty more just respawned
The back of my neck feel hectic its stress filled
Momma impressed so I guess that I'm blessed still
Fuck a nigga pep talk
Talk to my pet dog
Longer than these fuck niggas actin' like they get Sean
Who the fuck is Sean though
Only got love my for mom, yo
Only got love for this condo
The niggas say I wouldn't get
Fuck the niggas sit up on my wooden dick
Splinters in their pussy
Guess you bitches probably should've spit flex
Put that fucking ice on my wounds and my neck
Laugh of cult bitches, them pussies get wet
They told me T-O-M coming up next
When compared to these rappers I've been a vet