[ Featuring TYME ]
I been talking to this girl, she from outta town
I'm so high up in the clouds that I cannot come down
Two whips, with a Porsche, I cannot decide
Sun beaming through the cracks of my open eyes
That mighta went over your head, I be thinking different
Moving money from the South, all the way to Finland
Northern lights after dinner, I'ma spoil you shopping
Buy a wedding cake, make sure to get your favourite topping
Mama told me hit the road, and so I'm gone
Youthful stupor across my face 'cause I don't know just what I want
I'm in the jazz club listening to some blues
Text message from my boy Timo asking what's the news
The bassline real smooth, it's like a therapy session
She fine with blue eyes and a godsent complexion
I'm dead-this must be heaven
Say my thanks to all my bredrins
Love to all supporters and whoever taught me lessons like
Two tickets to the future, it's a one-way flight
She ask me when we gon be leaving, I told her, "tonight"
I ain't got no time to waste, girl, make your mind up
I done got some crazy-ass results from showing kindness
It's that
Summer reign, but I much prefer the winter
Any season works for me as long as I'm still f*cking with her
She beautiful, and I want her to know that
You tell me that you love me, but I'm yet to see you show that
