Ms. Intentions Songtext
von Louis Futon

Waiting up at night I′m tryna pull up on ya
You been outta sight I'm tryna find a way
All these different colorways I got it for ya
I don′t see your motive tho it's Plain as day

To everybody else but Iiii
Everybody else but Iiii

Pretty Misses with the Ill intentions
First off keep us second guessing
Third off if you into me then we
Skrrrt off if you get the message

Ouu ouu you blessed it
No ruler measure

(Iiii)
Too cool to stress it
You do the extra

Too cool to stress it
I'm used to flexing


So howwww?
It really don′t make no sense
Really don′t make no sense
How you running thru myyyy
How you running thru myyyy

How you feel stunting on a simpleton?
Side to side swinging like a Pendulum
Back and forth back and forth it's Wimbledon
Ever since elementary damn
You running thru men
Who wanna do things
Who Wan pursue you
But won′t pursue dreams
And now we gotta wonder
Why your mood rings always on blue

You conclusion jumping make assumptions
Second place prize is not up for discussion
Hella baddies (everybody) rolled up to the function
And yet my eyes on you


Really on that shit
Really on that shit
Practice practice
Talent Got me running round the atlas
Ouu im Tapped in
You was tryna sell me on Full course meal
When I got these options on the table it look like tapas

Ouu ouu you blessed it
No ruler measure

(Iiii)
Too cool to stress it
You do the extra

Too cool to stress it
I'm used to flexing

So howwww?
It really don′t make no sense
Really don't make no sense
How you running thru myyyy
How you running thru myyyy