Hey, you gonna let me pick you up
Aight
I gotta get out of this crazy home first
I'm gonna get the keys and Imma be on my way baby
Shit, fuck up out of here
Tried to understand woman logic
Trying to figure out if that's the dumbest problem
Tryna fondle on them under garments, my hand is the paddle
My lap is the saddle my plans will have you dazzled
I rarely think of cost when I see your face
Tally up my thoughts when I take you on dates
I keep going like I never heard These are the Breaks
Gripping on cheeks better known as the cakes
I'm not tryna to be misogynistic
She don't listen to rappers be claiming they robbing niggas
Whenever we together she say I'm her nigga
She tryna figure out if my heart or the sun is bigger
I let her figure that out while I roll up green flower
One day out the week I send her multicolored cream flowers
4 times a month 32 times a year
I never wanna see my baby tears
Five times a day I want to be in her ribs
Why try to hate when ladies love my career
Interstate 55 I'm gripping thighs
She wanna go in the hotel room because she getting sick of rides
DON'T be looking in my eyes during the love making
Close ya eyes I'm never pump faking hesitate
The sizzle hit her pretty face so now I jumped bacon
Right before that, things escalating
Interstate 94 sucking my soul
Got the Badu Box dripping like a runny nose
Coming close to first base, and if that's the case
Drive down 290 like we in space.
You know I'm a Out West legend, baby
Namsayn, Just because I picked you up when we was out east that don't mean shit
I gotta go turn these keys back in though baby I'm out of here
I ain't got to fuck you on the first night, it's all good HAHAH
See, I told you I'm not crazy