[Verse: Griff Spex]
Yea, I never met a person like you
Could shed rainbows but won't choose all your colors
A tip-a-tap-a finger
Electricity lingers
Excessive, depressive that mean it's drainin' out the wave
Sentimental or mental slave
How you live how you give?
I'm part of a class that you can't mask
Visually, I'm like pourin' paint in the glass
I drive crankin' the dash
Ayo, I got tricks by the boat load
I twist, that's a shift
While I blow smoke
If you want me to listen
Then tell me what I don't know
It's a love practice
Playin' Jenga on the scale to prеvail
This is poetry emotion
Thesе n***as can't even get open
Never mind, the darkness of it let it rip you apart
It's alive, I prescribe you subscription
A tribe, the delegates surrendered of his dippin'
It's a love practice

[Outro]
Ayo, I never met a person like you
Could shed rainbows but won't choose all your colors
A tip-a-tap-a finger
Electricity lingers
Excessive, depressive that mean it's drainin' out the wave
Uh, Yea, I never met a person like you
Could shed rainbows...
A tip-a-tap-a finger
Electricity lingers
Excessive, depressive that mean it's drainin' out the wave
Hold it down (Hold it down)