Sex Dreams About Platonic Friends

[Intro]
Garden
I told you baby
I'll be there in a minute
Yeah, bitch
Shit, I don't know
Lemme aye lemme record this verse tho
Uh

[Verse 1]
Come down and let me in, baby
It's raining
I got my whole foot wet, that shit crazy
I just parked a Mercedes so they won't know you shady, huh
I'm just tryna get this nut, and it ain't my baby
I'm stabbing out when we finish
I can't cuddle you, shorty, I'm heartless
My shit been died, falafel with french fries
And I don't drink nothing but water
Without permission, my style they just keep borrowing
Felt targeted, don't get me started
Bust it

[Chorus]
Check the window, I'm right outside
Come down and let me in
Forbidden fruit all on my mind
You greet me with a kiss, baby, mmm
Sweet grace, blueberry, I swear I love the taste
But I'll be coming in tonight
It's time to find out, put your

[Verse 2]
But I ain't really care, though
My momma told me that I shouldn't stare, though
Like it was rude or something
Ay, let me know if she was new or something
She all at me, I ain't even have to say two words
But who heard, I was kinda nervous
My other bitch do everything, cause I still deserve it
The best I do, huh, is it five two or fly two?
Who really cares, though?
Ay, for the pics, I don't dare pose
I ain't even in the mood, niggas bless bottles but won't pray over food
Or is that rude, gangsta before the tattoos
Blue hat with the black shoes, huh
I was that dude
Ay, let me know if its smokey
I'll clear it out with the fair amount
Who's gold, and who's gold plated
I only make bold statements
Ay, let me go cause my hoes waiting
It's still raining
Picture this shit
I'm still painting, it's vivid and gave you chills, ain't it

[Chorus]
Check the window, I'm right outside
Come down and let me in
Forbidden fruit all on my mind
You greet me with a kiss, baby, mmm
Sweet grace, blueberry, I swear I love the taste
But I'll be coming in tonight
It's time to find out, put your

[Verse 3]
She seem kinda anxious
One night stand better than five years wasted
I'm thumbing through the faces
On the dating apps, I'm getting tired of paper
But here go some papers
Made a rollie cause she tried to play me
You gotta meet me in person
And I would never beg another nigga for verses, yeah, I'm tryna murder shit
This is what they mad for, never had hoes
Froggy legs, they just tadpoles
This shit just like diseases, uh
We played Mario Kart at Crown Liquors on Easter
We ain't headline no
They made us open and tease 'em
Day of the photoshoot I was hungover, ask me how being so stupid felt
Even the gas stations stopped selling gucci belts, nigga