Unlucky Video (MV)

Swiping my MetroCard
God damn, the fare keep hiking
I'm tryna let you know
This the beginning of a New York City love
Stand clear of the sliding doors
But you won't get a seat til you pass 96th Street
Where there's less white people and
Showtime! Niggas out here, selling candy, getting money
I'm in my element with all my uptown residents
And it got better when the f*ck niggas clear the way
Curves and measurements, a Curlfest veteran
This gotta be my bae
And I peeped the Alex Haley in her bag as the track started elevating

Girl, what's your name
Ooooh, yeah, that's so pretty, girl
I'm tryna let you know now
This is the middle of a New York City love
What I gotta do to make you put your phone down
What I gotta do to make you wanna go out

Thirst trappin' bitches, and the caption be mood
Hate to call them bitches but they here for the free food
I know it; that's what my contact in your phone is

So you the type to throw a grenade when we just needed one shot
Enough to make my heart go bang once all contact stops
But f*ck it, let's not worry bout that tonight
And this the illest train ride of my life
Don't open the door yet
I ain't done talking to ya

Damn, sista
Yo why you doin that
Moving on, moving back, Batarang, lunatic (Huh?)
Nowadays it ain't too cool to get attached
But I still wanna ask your friend to alley oop the kid
Cuz I just like looking at your face
With your pretty brown eyes, listening to what you say
When you start the smiling,
Got me feeling like 'damn, shorty style matches this Black Dynamite'
And I just wanna while with you
Where time ain't of the essence cuz you here to stay
But you the type of shorty that would come my way
On vacation, like why you here on my last day
Call the pilot, a bomb threat, there's gon be delays
If I ain't leaving with your number let me leave with your name
And the place you gon stay in about five years
Or we could bail on that plan, cuz baby, I'm right here
I'm sayin -- yo

We can
Boogie

If you're free then
Maybe we can
Boogie

Sweet thing
If you're free then
Maybe we can
Boogie

This weekend
If you're free then
Maybe we can
Boogie

I said I met a shorty on the train
Actually I didn't and I didn't but she's surely on the train
She gorgeously remains out of likelihood to like me good enough
To give me more than what we'll prolly say and that's
The conversation I contemplated and chickened out, so I guess it's off of the plate then
But if I'm not mistaken, I'm still the man for her
But I ain't tryna bag her head I wanna let her
Aaahh
I could sweep her off her feet
But she don't seem like the type that like to be seen with clumsy janitors
If we was at a party I'd have danced with her
But the chance of her feeling me thru feeling me is feeling like our feelings won't be felt no matter how hard I'm beating it, uh
It won't be real like irregardless or conversating
But I can't tell if she is cuz we ain't never meet
And I'm sorry that I long for what I know that will never be
Uh, this shit is hard when you're seventeen
Uh, I'm on my guard, but you're getting me
And all I really want is something that'll be logged in my memory
But I remember all that you said to me and
It's not impressing me
At this point, I'm more interested if Imma use my MetroCard for a transfer
Or walk cuz its faster
Then to wait for the bus or a broad with the bod of a dancer
I don't wanna know the answer, gawd