Chris Brown, Young Thug - I Ain't Tryin' Lyrics

(You good, T-Minus?)
When I try to walk away, it's like I ain't try
When I try to walk away, seems like I ain't try (oh, na-na-na-na)
Seems like I ain't try, ain't even try (oh man)
And made me do it a thousand times
Yeah, you've done me (oh)

Lovin' can hurt, but you patch up, baby (oh-oh)
Caught me walkin', talkin', patched up, baby (oh-oh)
I wanna know is it flirtin', you back up, baby (is it flirtin'? Back up, oh)
Slimin' down a Seven-Up, baby (oh-oh)
If everything about you is a lie
Then I just wanna be disguised, oh
And if what they said was true and you was lyin'
Darlin', then I tell you, that I will always speak us now (whoa)
Still away from no one, know I need privacy, yeah
Didn't your mama teach you way back in the day
Not to try to play hide and seek, yeah
Gettin' bread for the long night
And niggas tell you how to make a mil' in a week, yeah (oh-oh)
Real rockstars, I can show you how to get higher than me, yeah (oh)
Spent a half a mil', on God, oh, yeah, yeah (oh-oh)
She's sativa, and she got head full of hair
Eyes bleedin' with the sea, yeah
I never talk bad about her, I'd rather pray with her on my knees, yeah
Upgrad her dental, on GP, it cost a bird
Watch her constantly tell that she don't need it (baby, I'ma get it)

(Baby, it's just)
Baby, I love you
Baby, wanna find you
Maybe, if I say this
Know I'm here, don't care

Fuckin' under covers
Crazy, knowin' I'll burst
I'll cover you like covers
Versace that is, mind your biz
I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, babe (oh-whoa)
I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby
And I tell you somethin' good
I had blood on me, but didn't give up, baby (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (ooh)

New price tag now, and I don't even drive, yeah
What a bad bitch gon' do for a new watch? Yeah-yeah
She can't feel my pain, ask me, "Do it hurt?" Yeah-yeah
Before you fuck me over, I'ma do it first
(Bitch, I'm ahead of the curve)
Why leave open my self?
Break the links off my chest
Cryin', she complainin', yeah
You know it's gang shit, yeah
Know this all baby worth
Enemies and the fiends gettin' served
Say grace, bow your head
Baby, I'm a God, amen

Baby, it's just
Baby, I love you (oh)
Baby, wanna find you
Maybe, if I say this (if I say this, baby)
Know I'm here, don't care

Fuckin' under covers (ooh)
Crazy, knowin' I'll burst (yeah)
I'll cover you like covers (oh, you, whoa)
Versace that is, mind your biz
I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, babe (yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby (yeah)
And I tell you somethin' good
I had blood on me, but didn't give up, baby (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (ooh, oh)