[Lyric] Space (YRM Bear)

Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space

Remember the look on your face
Remember the belt on your waist
Remember that way that I said it
Remember im swervin the fakes

Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed somе space
Told you that I needed some spacе
Told you that I needed some space
Yeah I was catching the wave
Yeah I was making the way
Yeah I was counting my cake
Yeah I was smoking by eighths
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that i needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space

Told you I needed it
You really didn't listen to me
Tryna tell you different things
Tryna tell you differently
Understand when I tell you yea
I got them Cuban links
I just play the ball game
Yeah I go hall of fame
Killin it every day
I'm just rapping for the fame

I need a bitch on repeat
I need a girl with that head
I need a girl who need it
Yea i need a girl who need it

Woah
Space
Space
Space
Woa

Yeah I smoke that pressure
Yeah I smoke that OG
Baby yeah I'm balling like Ginobili
I don't play no games
Yea I keep it lowkey

Let that bitch go

Let that bitch go
Please

What did I tell you?
Water

Let that bitch go

Used to up in the streets
Now all I do is fcking eat
All I do is record
Press the button
Hit the blunt and
I just keep on spitting something
Imma keep on going crazy
Remember the look on your face
Remember the belt on your waist
Remember that way that i said it
Remember im swervin the fakes

Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space

Yeah I was catching the wave
Yeah I was making the way
Yeah I was counting my cake
Yeah I was smoking by eighths
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space
Told you that I needed some space

Yeah you can't touch my wrath
Touch my wraith
Fck these rollies btches hate
I can't play
I can't play
I just ball every day
Can't you understand
When I'm spitting facts
Yea I pull up with a hunnid racks
That you needed
Imma need a bad bitch
Yeah her name Anita
Came up on these btches
Yea I got a hundread rolex
Just to show the fam
That I'm really bout my business
I just can't play no games
I just gotta ball up like Dwyane
Up in the NBA
Do you understand what I'm tryna say?


YRM Bear
Signing off...