I whip quick down Easton Ave
The Brunswick be movin’ mad
The best of times we had…
Out of our minds, I’m out of my mind
f#ck boy talkin’ like he tryna catch a piece of mine
Cause drunk fun is apparently peace of mind
I can’t find none
But the bread come quick like she do–
Lose myself to the pleasure
I’m face to face with the devil
Say, I ain’t tryna be evil…
But i can’t stay so stay away
I don’t got no time to explain this sh#t baby
It’s just the way that I feel
The way your body move be driving me crazy
Them candy eyеs so surreal–shorty that #ss is surreal
You’ll nevеr catch me tryna fake this sh#t baby
My mama raised me too real
She hangin with some pros, she learning the code
She tryna see how it feel
They not tryna know you forreal
They just tryna see what’s ideal for them to see
You moving ’bout your aura, they afraid
He’s cold from words unspoken
But brings warmth from winds of change
Ooo, ooo, This just how we move
Blame it on the modern age
Blame it on the games we play
Searching for some truth…
Now i’m swerving on the way to mosque, call it godspeed
Pray i don’t lose my soul, picking fruit off Eden’s tall trees
Cool fire, cool breeze — yeah he married to the green. (x2)
And he look like the devil, but she see god all in his eyes
I don’t got no time to explain this sh#t baby
It’s just the way that I feel
The way your body move be driving me crazy
Them candy eyes so surreal–shorty that #ss is surreal
You’ll never catch me tryna fake this sh#t baby
My mama raised me too real
She hangin with some pros, she learning the code
She tryna see how it feel
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