SWEETHEART

Every day I wake up 6.30 on the dot, I ain't looking at the clock though, baby I don't need an alarm, all I need is a bowl and to visualize the money Throw on some Chaka Khan and put that shit on repeat Throw on my favorite drawers and cook up something vegan to eat Then I look up to the sky and I say, oh Love the life that I'm choosing and oh I'm so glad that I stopped wishing, I just keep on counting my blessings Oh, I'm just making my own reality I cannot be thrown off, you can try to shake my focus but it won't pop Steady cutting edges like a barbershop, working on a new body, no photoshop Oh, simply sending out what I wanna get back Oh, karma isn't really one for chit-chat Then I look up to the sky and I say, oh Love the life that I'm choosing and oh I'm so glad that I stopped wishing, I just keep on counting my blessings Oh, I'm just making my own reality Now the sun's gone down, wear the moonlight like a crown Lust takes over and I call my baby He knows what's up, ask me what's in my cup It's fresh guava, boy, you're so silly Tell him I'm turned on, victory does that to me He knows what I want and I just wait for the delivery Then I look up to the sky and I say, oh Love the life that I'm choosing and oh I'm so glad that I stopped wishing, I just keep on counting my blessings Oh, I'm just making my own reality