I'm in my zone
I'm in my zone
I'm in my zone
Don't bother me
Don't come at me
I'm in my zone
I'm in my zone
Don't bother me
Don't come at me
Too much drug in the space
Bitches all in my face
Asses bump to the bass
Fishnets up to the waist
Her attention awaits
Satin garters and lace
Body shaped like a vase
It's not up for debate
I got calls in the AM
I got meetings at night
Parties late at the Langham
She got friends with supplies
And my friends, they go wild
Roll the black and the bottle
I'mma kick it a while
Don't fuck up the, ah
Don't fuck up the vibe
Don't fuck up the, ah
Don't fuck up the vibe
Don't fuck up the, ah
Don't fuck up the vibe
Don't fuck up the, ah
Don't fuck up the vibe
Dead and gone, on my own
Happy, gone, on my own
Dead and gone, on my own
Happy, gone, on my own
Dead and gone-gone-gone
Dead and gone-gone-gone
I put a key by the front doorstep
As I leave in the morning, the morning
Was it cheap that you call me (oh)
But I leave to the calling (the calling)
Not coming back, but you don't mind
I turn around and it's alright
I get up and leave like it doesn't matter
Not coming back, but you don't mind
Dead and gone, on my own
Happy, gone, on my own
Dead and gone, on my own
Happy, gone, 'cause you don't
Don't fuck up the, ah
Don't fuck up the vibe
Don't fuck up the, ah
Don't fuck up the vibe
Don't fuck up the, ah
Don't fuck up the vibe
Don't fuck up the, ah
Don't fuck up the vibe
