Might Be The Intro

She said that she need more, need more attention She liking my music, so she came to my session Now she going through my phone like, "Banzy, who you texting?" Then she asked me where I'm from-I told her, "Baby, from the East End" (Yeah) Growing up, we had it hard Tryna go far And she know she a bad one, like Mona Lisa I feel like I'm attached, girl, I think that I need ya Momma said I'm a bad boy 'cause I ain't listen to my teacher They say one man's trash is another man's treasure Brown skin girl, yeah, I'm looking at your features Let's take it slow, baby, let's take a seat first Feel like Bryson Tiller, I've been drowning in my sorrows Life is getting hard, I just pray I see tomorrow I just pray I see tomorrow I just pray I see tomorrow 'Cause I been really running, running from these problems It hurts my head just to think how I'm gonna solve them