Days Down South / Let Me

She fine, she bad She serve that dick And if you got some paper Then she worth that shit Say she fine, she bad She serve that dick And if you got some paper Then she worth that, worth that All a nigga really wanna do is vibe with ya You at the grounds of getting played and I can't slide wit ya Side wit ya, probably leave one of the guys wit ya But first I gotta come alive wit ya I'm at the counter cashing checks That's a lie let's be direct We bout to play a game of fetch I might throw somethin' to your cash app So when you see me bring it back You picture perfect when your ass out I thought that I was on to something, but what's new Shit is always interesting, til' I'm boning something But, I'm an optimist of course But when options out the door You either follow them, or drown in the sorrow running it's course Too many hearts that I done shattered That jar is running over Put that in the closet with my skeletons that go unnoticed New Orleans for her C-day, the water for her G-day I make her feel like destiny's child, when it's her B-day Weekend she texting me that XO Followed by explicit content, home invasion I run in So many different routes that I could take to be proactive But the pros out-way the cons, so I beat your back in Now how did I get here Oh yeah, too many hearts that I done shattered But it's too much to fathom, so I put that on a platter And serve it like time, and if we tryna blow I think we found the right mine motherfucker She fine, she bad She serve that dick And if you got some paper Then she worth that shit Say she fine, she bad She serve that dick And if you got some paper Then she worth that, worth that Lights off, a dim picture Dove in for the record only to swim wit ya Or maybe in ya, you know how it go my other tender Meaning my roni, something like the app used for a boning Use to call when you was lonely But now it's just the moments Had a vision for bigger scene, I guess I couldn't condone it But shit you still the homie I seen you on the gram with the crew You know i wanted bestie to Guess you thought I was joning I'm at peace with how in transpired So please don't think that this a reach and say your hands tied So you can't reach back I guess my character died so I can't re-act But you still tweet back It's one am, and I'm seeking the nearest exit Schedule was clear, but I forgot to clear the message, damn The f*ck we drinking, confessions Cause you just spilling it all I guess we're having a session Now I'm stuck in my feelings Yeah, that sucker for love shit If we do it together, shit you know how the drugs get It's three am I done fucked up Bumping R. Kelly and Usher The plot thickens, but it's tough love, what Phone going off I wonder who could That's what I figured, not you Probably block who I guess You catching what I'm pitching, cause it got through my obsession is a blessing, we a hot mess You with lil' buddy and we meeting up a lot less I couldn't be what you expected Cause my heart with my one and only, and you couldn't accept it I guess a nigga selfish I'm ashamed when I think about the shit I've done Making everyone I f*ck with feel like she the one But that's life ain't it And that's ya wife ain't it Stuck in the cycle of fearing lack of suffice ain't he What a poor excuse But what is your excuse I was taught it's even harder when she more cute So I put my heart on my sleeve I'm just a poor fool And so are, you prepare for take off, I guess we're going through