[Verse One]
Oh you 6 foot?
You got stretched ears?
Tattoos and some spray paint?
sh**, i might take a look
I'll never really tell you
Cuz i'm always shook
I think i'm ugly
But hopefully you'll love me
My friends been askin
Can we really date though?
Hip-hop shows and burritos?
Do you even exist?
Don't mention your x, i'll be pissed
[Verse Two]
Damn it's a trip how much we relate
Never been on a real date
As of late
Old town pasadena, venice beach
I'm a s**a for him kinda like a leech
Where's your location, you seem outta reach?
Met a 6 foot guy with a RO shirt
Who's afraid of his heart getting hurt
Mixes wu-tang and xibalba every now and then
And he got a heart on his sleeve w/ love he about to spread
s**er for love, although never admits it
Likes to smoke a little weed, but i'm the one lifted
Looking for the real thing, no little kid sh**
Friends think he's gay
But that's a f**ed up way to call something lame
Handsome, looks kinda mixed with facial hair
I'm sick of stares
But you're all the way over there
Come here, i wanna talk to you
For a minute or two
Actually i got nothing do, let's talk for a few minutes
We both nervous
He gives me the digits for his phone service
Is this reality?
I can't believe it's happening
My friends dig him too
Thank god he's nice, phew
He enjoys the beach
And splifs, favorite flavor's peach
We at venice
Acting a menace
Bumping westside with love
And you're heavenly divine like you came from above
We argue sometimes no doubt, but no push and shove
You're a dream to me like dom said it
You're perfect, and i'm all in it
[Verse 3]
Do you like brown skinned
I like to cook too
But i also like to eat, shoot
Fiend of the music
I got a head on my shoulders, show you how i use it
That line goes both ways, it's up to you how you choose it
I didn't mean to sound perverted
But there was no other way i could word it
My friends can tell i'm dreaming
Or are you a reality, are you scheming?
In love with a facade, of something seems unreal
But every time i go on my blog, you're all there