I still crush hard
Like I'm in 4th grade
Playing tag with these women ain't my forte
If you want me in the picture why you portray
Your lens is outta frame you so focused on the lames
I'm crazy, not ashamed
The world is kinda strange my mind has been unchained but nothing really can escape
A grape off the line
I heard it through the grapevine but never paid it mind
I paid the fines I'm paying dues
Don't pay for views
Or payperview
I got paper view, you sweet like honey dew
You get your paper too, what can I do for you
Might have to jumps through hoops
Might have to sing on loops
Might have to serenade and paraphrase the things I'd do
You the one I'd chose
Your heart I'd never bruise
I hope I'd never lose... it
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I still crush hard
Like I'm in 4th grade
Playing tag with these women ain't my forte
If you want me in the picture why you portray
Your lens is outta frame you so focused on the lames
I'm crazy, not ashamed
The world is kinda strange my mind has been unchained but nothing really can escape
A grape off the line
I heard it through the grapevine but never paid it mind
I paid the fines I'm paying dues
Don't pay for views
Or payperview
I got paper view, you sweet like honey dew
You get your paper too, what can I do for you
Might have to jumps through hoops
Might have to sing on loops
Might have to serenade and paraphrase the things I'd do
You the one I'd chose
Your heart I'd never bruise
I hope I'd never lose... it
Like I'm in 4th grade
Playing tag with these women ain't my forte
If you want me in the picture why you portray
Your lens is outta frame you so focused on the lames
I'm crazy, not ashamed
The world is kinda strange my mind has been unchained but nothing really can escape
A grape off the line
I heard it through the grapevine but never paid it mind
I paid the fines I'm paying dues
Don't pay for views
Or payperview
I got paper view, you sweet like honey dew
You get your paper too, what can I do for you
Might have to jumps through hoops
Might have to sing on loops
Might have to serenade and paraphrase the things I'd do
You the one I'd chose
Your heart I'd never bruise
I hope I'd never lose... it
Writer: Deylon Fair
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