Prolly thinking that I never write a song about u
Cause I don't even know you like that
Got a ocean I could show you like that
You a pisces like me
So I know you like that
Im, getting bad with the text
I don't even write back
Last one that I left like that
Caught flack, and she never came back
But I aint wondering where she at
She probably asking where the weed at
Smoke stress, don't need that
Gotta relax, don't relapse
Pop one more, huh, aint feel that
I Get nervous
Pop another one, kill that
Make me wonder where ya name at
Scribble over might change that

No heels at the wedding
Getting married in the sand
Put my vows in a song
They get buried in the sand
Cloud nine living, and we probably never land
You could live with Peter Pan
Keep a secret for your man

Keep a secret for your man
Hope you not another one, misleading me again
Cause I would never do that to you
Promise if I leave, I came back to you
Its like the evening news, Okay its back to you
I might move to LA but its nothing new
I might see a few girls, But they not like you
My favorite color, My baby blue
Wanna save your number
Wanna save you too
We could ride round biggie
Just me, my bitch
My girl might spit
She a know the whole verse
One word, won't slip
Yeah thats my bitch
One love, One mic
Yeah thats my wife