On My Mind Valentine

(álbum: October 34th - 2019)

You Tripi, baby
Better off dead, nigga

Baby, you on my mind, got me going in blind
Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
Out of my league, too fine, got a nigga being real kind
Spending my money and time, let's get lost and age like wine
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah

We could be cool, but my instincts feel you might fold
Got a better chance walking in with a blindfold
Young nigga just too hardheaded, don't do shit I'm told
Why the fuck you so uptight, bitch? Can't even take a joke
Gon' have to get her act right, stroke, stroke, stroke
And the coupe, let's take a stroll
Let's talk about your goals
Baby, just play your part
Baby, just play your role
Sneaking in a show, and conceal my pole
Run up, get that roll
Ain't no mercy, I don't troll
Got old money, got old bread, yeah, that shit like mold
Know I'm 'bout my roll
Stars in the roof in the Rolls
That's just how I roll, that's just how I roll

Baby, you on my mind, got me going in blind
Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
Out of my league, too fine, got a nigga being real kind
Spending my money and time, let's get lost and age like wine
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's my lil' shawty, that's my doll, I could bang with her
[?] get cash mail, none of you niggas can interfere
Bitches call me weird but in they belly, know I'm sincere
Chandelier all in my ears, boy, I can't even hear
Saint Nick, bagging all these hoes, call me John Deer
Two Becky's, I'm with two Bonnie's, hop out Brittney Spears
Hella zooted, I be dummy booted, I can't even steer
How I'm seeing double off the shits, at least my vision clear
I'ma double the money up then I'ma flip it
Ain't pick up the phone so she think I'm with bitches
Say you gotta live for me, go 'head and pitch in
Talking 'bout smoke, okay, cool, I'ma Bic' it
Boys in the hood, most these niggas like Ricky
I keep that Glizzy, that Glizzy, that Glizzy
He look lit on the grind but shows only quick
'Cause these niggas be capping, can't even sell tickets

Baby, you on my mind, got me going in blind
Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
Out of my league, too fine, got a nigga being real kind
Spending my money and time, let's get lost and age like wine
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah