Hook:
Floated with me in a 97 Nissan
Yeah, she going with me places
Baby, we gone be some'
Phone is always open
Holler when you need some

Verse (Pressure):

She don’t like sugar in her cornflakes
Sugar I'm in conflict with myself
My mind trynna convince my heart that heartache ain't somethin to sacrifice for love’s sake
Talking on the phone...
(I be on the phone with this bitch for hours bruh)
Finding holes in the ceiling
When I'm feeling lovesick, she gives me sexual healing
Falling in love with the feeling of falling in love
Some feelings are faker than your opinion
As long as we fuck
I bust her heart for a nut. I bust a nut on her heart
Her friends say we better apart
(Maybe those bitches are right though.)
I think this generation retarded;
Women say men are trash, but bitches they love the garbage
Speaking about garbage, she...


Hook


Verse:

Oh Girl. Imma be real witcha, I wonna Viv' and Uncle Phil witcha
Feel witcha, and late at night I wonna deal witcha
Painted the perfect picture, and she a real sista
Thought we was just a vibe, down the line? I'm still witcha
Floated with me. I couldn't skrrrt with no power steering
Yeah she goin with me. I get the skirt like a taylor
Take her to heaven and back, if i could cover the gas
She cut the radio like, 'I'm busting chops on your ass'
I see the sun in your eyes. Dollar for every dime. I’m running my fucking mind
You devine, and you perfect for every reason
Goddess for all seasons
Penning this while I’m bleeding
Call me when you're in need...

Hook


Outro:

Holler when you need some

Maybe we could go out and eat some

I been on three stumps

Now I’m 'bout to smoke on this blunt