Man, she's so gorgeous!
Pretty face and a nice waistline
I'mma waste time tryna get you to my place. I
Need another taste; a dollop of your mind
Please find it in your heart to be kind (to me... please)
Yo, she loves those self-portraits
That she's taking on her phone, she's at home in her skin I should forfeit
Forced it. Horse shit
I ain't going down without a fight, not tonight, not for you, too important
More spit
She be making moves and I'm just making music
Now she's got my heart in the longer run I'm losing
Pulse fading quick and this defibrillator's useless
How am I supposed to live when she ain't tryna use it
Ruthless, woman on a mission no excuses
Ghoulish like the way she moving after two sips
Fools trip so I guess I'm qualified as foolish
Swoon, dip, fall and I ain't getting up to do shit
But is this really what I wanted
Shutting off my phone; personality I'm flaunting
She don't notice me but if she did she see me fawning
Over her. From over here (hurr) I overheard her concerns
Thinking bout the time that she's spending in the venue
All of this while I'm just tryna pitch what's on my menu
She don't wanna spend another second thinkin' bout it
Said she'd rather be in school instead of wasting her time
In here! It's clear this
Woman is typically fearless
But in the moment she's pondering whatever's bothering her
And her peers are lit
Drunk, fading away
She want a dance, she needed space
This is the chance, everything that I envisioned
Was suddenly falling in place
Hey, cool
Let me assess all the tools that I'm all ready to use
First I'll amuse her then I'll confuse her
Talm bout all that I'm ready to do... for her
Closer and closer I get
As I approach her the more I forget
What I was tryna say now I'm staring at her face
Lost and amazed
"Hey, do you remember the day...
That I first told you the name
You had attracted the gaze
And I gave you the keys to the gate
Part of me drifted away and a
Part of me wanted to stay
But all of me followed the wave that
You been riding and oh, by the way
I used to ask you questions over tumblr (over tumblr)
And you'd ignore 'em all because I didn't ball (didn't ball, no no)
So when I'm rich and famous I ain't changing numbers (I ain't changing numbers)
I hope you got it I'll be waiting on the call, baby
I used to ask you questions over tumblr
And you'd ignore 'em all because I didn't ball
So when I'm rich and famous I ain't changing numbers
I hope you got it I'll be waiting on the call, baby