Over It - Summer Walker

Am I really that much to handle?
Breakin' these niggas down like an anvil
You know, really just blow you out like a candle
Can I really just blow you out like a candle?

You a man
You say you the man
You say you 'bout it
You say you got a plan
I really was tryna listen
You say I ain't got no discipline
And that there why I wasn't listenin'

But I need a nigga who can handle me
Uh, I want that, a nigga who can handle me
Oh, nigga, keep your hands off me
You wanna stay with me, but, nigga, you just a fan of me
Cuff your bitch, nigga
Nigga, cuff your bitch
Caught you slippin' in it, nigga
Hit a lick on you
Really tellin' me that
I could break you down like a gym sweat

Buggin' and catch me, I be like
I'll be sippin' D'ussé, it's what I desire
I be like a cage, yeah, don'r reside
I be tryin' another things
I be so excite

(Oh) Fuck it, you can catch me in them heels
(Oh) Watch me throw shit, I be poppin' pills
(Oh) All I ask, for you to keep it trill
(Oh) All I ask, for you to keep it real, real, real
Real, real
Uh na na uh uh

Real, real, trill, one hunnid, uh
Not too much emotion, no, no
You know I've been fucked up, yeah, yeah
Ask you to keep it trill for me
Ask you to keep it real for me

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