Transcript (en)

Go! you all i really want to show you all fuck that pour up plenty of champagne cold nights when you curse this name you caught up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that little bitty range i heard that she wanna go and party she wanna go and party nigga don't approach her with that atari nigga that ain't good game homie sorry they say conversation rule a nation i can tell but i could never write my bones less i write it down for real ps You can get it, you can get it, you can get it And I know just know just know just know just know just what you want Poetic clusters with all these seductive photographs and all these one vacations you been taking Clearly a lot for me to take in It don't make sense Young East African girl You too busy fucking with your other man I was trying to put you on game Put you on a plane Take you and your mama to the motherland I can do it Maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's all right here in the city And you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice Poetic justice You are so new to this life But goddamn you got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs Dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress. Ooh, good guy. What you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more. They say communication, say relations, I can tell. But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real.