[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay]
I ain't really trying to play no games, girl, you bomb as hell
Your outfits stupid fly, that's blonde as hell
I can tell we got chemistry, we bondin' well
And I ain't only trying to hit, Barry Bonds as well
But I'm a different kind of guy; we all got wings
He a bug, I'm a bird, that's a different kind of fly
I'm looking in your eye and I can see that you like it
Sixteen bars and I ain't even have to write this
Some things just expire, you seem to have that effect on me
I know we gon' last, cause you the best fo' me
Save the best for last
I know you know the saying, think of this as closed captioning
See what I'm saying? Usually it's how I can call it
I'm the tower of Pisa, it just seem like I'm fallin'
In love, but A: awesome
B: beautiful, C: creative, D: Damn, girl, you all of the above, I swear
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Told her I make rap songs, it ain't just for the club
Real street sh**, it ain't just for the thugs
She said she heard 25th and how different it was
And that it's cool I'm from the hood, but I be switching it up
I said "Yeah, miss, plus I could rock the stage
And I would love to be your friend if you unblock your page"
[?] all across the stage
So let me get that high-chest so I can watch you, dang
That Hard Work single, it get lots of play
Trying to get my pockets fat, baby, watch your weight
Hey Susan
I really hope I meet you in Houston, I'm hoopin'
I mean ballin'
And every girl that I meet in New Orleans, while I'm tourin'
I adore them
But I only came here to see Morgan, or was it Jordan?
It's not important
[Verse 3: TiRon]
It's the... well, can't quite describe it
But I can't hide it, can't quite deny it, no
You know the feeling you be feeling
When you feeling them, they feeling you?
Beautiful... Wait, I mean special
Unless you object
See, I only see as touchin' 'til we sufferin', s** and pa**
Roll another, puff and pa**, bring the ashtray
And I wouldn't trade this moment for the cash, fame, fortune
Fast lane Porsches, so gorgeous, I'm adorin' if you only had a portion
More addicted to snortin'
More addicted to smokin'
No, this is not a opus
I'm just open to everything she got and what she hopin' for
And for the record, I'm more than what I was before
I met her, and no, no, I could never ignore
That's why I message her, so she know I'm thinking 'bout her
Like how sweet it is to be loved by you