Keep the rhythm, dude Let's not get physical This moment minuscule, pop a smile, get in the mood Labels get at you, flip individuals Have ya' sign this final form like Frieza in a suit Yeah I know she bad and she know I'm blue Watch her cheeks turn red when I'm about to lose my cool But I can't get enough, we don't do fisticuff Submission holds all we know, god damn it I'm in love I'm in love with the- Feeling I'm in- I'm in love with the- With the- Feeling, feeling Got a bouquet in my grip (my grip) Thorns painful, yeah no shit (no shit) But I'm okay, really, don't trip, girl I been making lonely look real sick (real sick) On the gram with loud outfits, drowns out what I don't need Y'all don't know stamina, heads been running since 1993 I'm keeping to what I know (I know) Found peace in all these poems (these poems) No energy toward those telling me, I'm just stealing shit for my own My gain ain't through these pockets (nah) Or the sneakers I've been wanting (nah) Just need a way out, you can keep that clout Drop loosie to sleep more soundly (yeah) Keep the rhythm dude Let's not get physical This moment minuscule, pop a smile, get in the mood Labels get at you, flip individuals Have ya' sign this final form like Frieza in a suit Yeah I know she bad and she know I'm blue Watch her cheeks turn red when I'm about to lose my cool But I can't get enough, we don't do fisticuff Submission holds all we know, god damn it I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love