Lyrics

[Hook]
Put her near me while the engine gin ready & purr
Let her know I'm in a something, it's unlike a spurt
Call it fly, call it Die, they don't call it a Saint
So, they say born for birth, to call it a plate; call it a House

[Verse]
Look, I was lost in the R.E.S.P.E.C.T
Misspellin' itself because
And it dawned on me, that you still think, like a kid, call it a curse
Faith never got shook, I bet Franky feint (So, we would probably call it fate)
If she was 5'7" less, it would still be straight
Like the wind when you stoned, smack 'cause you gone
Gab, question my arm as dumb, you know it's long
PTSD terms, you know it's wrong
We gulpin', you helpin' like chuggin', we get along
I was lockin' in
"like you just not good at all"
But I got dry; I related to alcohol
And right: re-late because that's me and y'all
Team assemble by calls, I sent pin falls
But this bird box, told y'all I been thorough
Heated verbal, 'til I throw felt but this Ferragamo
He a runner, but still tip toe
Super regular guy, not even Frozone
Slow poke in the fast gon' meet a slow home
Putting that thong all on my elbow
Leanin' on Eddie G, that's my blood, tho
And so-so is the feeling of Burberry Christian
Applyin' pressure, everybody thought I was frittin'
Didn’t tell nobody I was close to my hittin'
Who keep a secret, ready for the whoopin'?
How I'm supposed to live if I'm actin' like a damn fool?

[Verse 2]
I'm easily borin', the internal rhythm of thoughts with
Terrible writtens is similar to it
Y'all still imaginin' richness, and what COULD be
Brought to reality, BUT you call it gossip
Got so many youngins that pistol-poppin'
Here comes Diddy & himmies along rim of her jeans
And still know the term bringin' them thoughts to ya head
That