[Verse 1]

I keep telling myself
Whoever catch me gone be so lucky
Some said I was cute
Some said I ugly
Years from now, they all gone love me
They all gone be mad at what they passed up
Cause I was never really good enough
And then again, they never really gave me a chance
Guess I just wasn’t part of they pans
But I’m a man in God’s hands
Plotting, scheming while I’m waiting
I’m just being patient
Cause one day only one chick is gonna get hold of my greatness
Where is my Bonnie?
It ain’t funny
I want her to want me for more than my money
Which actually, I don’t have
But if I did, she won’t grab
Similar values similar vocab
Don’t care about no Coach bags
See me, me I’m dressing bummy
Wouldn’t even change even if I had the money
No need in stunting, fronting and flexing
When she can rock sweatpants and still look sexy
Even better when dressy
Without caking and making her face turn from a Buick to a Benz
She already got it
No need to pretend to be a Porche
Without makeup, some of these women look like a horse
But not Bonnie, plus she ain’t no dummy
I spend my two cents she got two more for me
Adore me. Support me
And I’ll do the same
Solving problems instead of passing the blame
Found my match, start a flame
Trips to Maine
Trips to Spain
Exploring everything
Once or twice
Yeah here we go again
I spend my time get-to-knowing
Growing, hoping that if she’s right
Then we could last forever
But together, we gotta fight through the story weather
I got her back like a sweater or whatever
What she gone do when the wind blows?
Like most, with time I’ll know
It takes a lot for a roses colors to show
I would have hated to have wasted
After many samples and tastings
To find out she wasn’t all mine for the taking
I’m mistaken, heartbreaking, broken
I’m hoping that Bonnie
Is ready and willing
For any task given
The living definition of the phrase ride or die
The rib from my side
Always down to ride
That’s Bonnie I’m Clyde

[Hook: 5x]

Are you ready?
Let’s Ride
That’s Bonnie!
I’m Clyde!
[Verse 2]

See
I want her bad but I don’t need her
She’s got a healthy appetite, but I ain’t the one to feed her
I was taught without a ring on her finger
You know, put marriage before the carriage
Before caressing
Listening and observing I picked up on this lesson
Any child is a blessing from the Heavens
That booty looking right but I ain’t tryna be no parent
Protected or unprotected
I still ain’t second guessing
It’s still sinning
God judges adulterers
Cautious of how I think of women or what I capture with my vision
I mesmerize and realize I need to ask for forgiveness
Lord help me
I look at her in both the right and wrong ways
Is it lust, infatuation, or just another phase
Then again, all one in the same
Should opportunity come who am I to blame?
It’s a shame
Would I be able to control it, hold it
Or get caught up in emotions
Give in or fight the evils from within
Firmly say no and flee from sin
- Zane Smith