Thick thighs to go along with her big eyes
I told her this is me, It ain’t a disguise
I went from making Ds to making it as a teacher Remember, I was at every game in the bleachers In high school, you always seemed untouchable Now, I’m wondering, what if we got to touchin’? You can’t be wrong for getting down to this song But, may I take you home?
‘Cause we can take the long way
Ha, I don’t usually talk like that
But this Coke and Jack got me feeling like the mack
I’m with your Weekend Plans even on weekdays
My style niche, well at least it isn’t cliche
Fellas, fuck that “he say, she say”
Drama that make a brother wanna go and let the heat spray ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby Well, maybe not my baby
Don’t talk about it
What you got is what I want and you don’t know about it
But Gottdamn it’s too much for me to be standing here idol
Not askin’ what your interests are and things that make you smile
Slow down the night for all my homies who don’t get enough Give him a chance,
One dance ain’t gonna kill you, huh?
But if she don’t consent, I won’t be grillin’ her
Now, turn to your neighbor, say you ain’t lit enough Forever curves, sweatin’ weaves when she work it, mmh Nobody’s perfect but, I’ll be cursed if you
Ain’t pretty close to it, however you interpret it
Sometimes I got a funny way with putting words, well, shit.
Got the attention of you and the masses
Now, you on me closer than my eyes are to classes, aye! Now raise up your glasses, or fucking solo cups
If you ain’t fucking solo
What’s up?

I must admit that I’ve been feeling pretty anxious
It ain’t just ‘cause I’m excited to see you, it’s ‘cause I’m frightened I mean a little nervous these words won’t come out perfect
Me and you are not so perfect
But to me, you’re surely worth it
[If] tonight I get the chance to tell you that I wanna be with you,
[I] hope it goes my way, but either way, I think you’re beautiful Look, enough of this talking, just take my hand
Maybe if I kiss you like this, you’ll understand
We were innocent back on September 6th, You and some other friends
Me, just a freshman on a binge
Scouting any young lady who’d catch my eye And it was slim-pickings ‘til about 10:49
I remember you were skeptical of my intentions Conversations on the surface
Today it’s no different
But wait.
I’m getting ahead of myself
For the next 13 months I was ahead of myself
It was real, whole time, I didn’t hold back the feeling
We were playing with fire
We held back from that feeling
I remember talking to my dad ‘bout getting married and shit He said that’s cool, take a moment and sit.
You’re just a kid, youngin’
And you got more to see
Don’t make the same mistakes I did, son
Don’t be so naive
My heart was all on my sleeve
Another trial
3 years later, seems it went out of style
‘Cause I see her, I see her, beautiful women all around And we don’t talk about how it goes down
How it goes down...
And your new guy look like a clown.
Yeah, that’s some real shit that I wrote
But all jokes aside, it’s water under the bridge
A few more since, and we’re back to being friends And I’m living life in these rhymes
Vibing with the wrong people at the wrong time.