2 Special

[Verse 1: Deante Hitchcock]
Somebody told me that love is like one soul in two bodies
And I ain't really thought 'bout nothing else since I heard it
See I got all of this confidence in myself when I'm chilling with someone else
But 'round you, I can't help but be nervous
Not nervous like usual nervous shit
Baby girl, I mean I legit be lighting up when I'm around you in person
Tryna see how deep that that love could go
But I feel like we'll never know
Because you're scared to let someone pass your surface
I drunk text you on purpose
When I'm sober write verses and put 'em out without telling you and just hope that you heard 'em
The situation ain't perfect
But even still with my hands tied I find a way to help you carry your burdens
I mean I think that you worth it
And I ain't one of them niggas that's acting nice to try and fuck and acting like I deserve it
And I used this line before, but it's still kinda timeless though
How me and you connected like we writing in cursive
Hold up, I'm tweaking take it

[Chorus: David Fuller & Deante Hitchcock]
Back to life, back to reality
(Hold up, I'm tripping take it)
Back to life, back to reality
(Hold up, I'm tweaking take it)
Back to life, back to reality

[Verse 2: Deante Hitchcock]
This ain't no movie and I ain't no actor
Hallelujah I almost passed her up
But God put other plans into movement
Mean other plans into motion, I'm joking
Girl this Hennessy got me open
Saying things I wouldn't have previously spoken
I mean, I--
I mean you be playing around with emotions and talking 'bout it in your head like this shit ain't what it is shawty
Don't mean no offense shawty
But get off the fence shawty
You don't want things to change that don't make any sense
I'm tryna save you from you
But then I feel wrong for thinking you weak enough to need me for your rescue and shit
I mean I know that you strong minded
But sometimes you forget how dope you is
And that's when I be tryna help you and shit
I mean I do think 'bout Tina turning that ass to the side
But Aretha frankly, I'm tryna keep it respectful and shit
I mean I think you an angel
If God kicked you out of heaven I be right here on the ground ready to catch you and shit
Hold up, I'm tripping take it

[Chorus: David Fuller & Deante Hitchcock]
Back to life, back to reality
(Hold up, I'm tripping take it)
Back to life, back to reality
(Hold up, I'm tweaking take it)
Back to life, back to reality

[Bridge: Deante Hitchcock]
I think I made you too special to me
I think I made you too special to me
Bitch I love you
I think I made you too special to me
Guess it's my fault (yeah yeah)
I think I made you too special to me
I think--
I--
Yeah
Bitch I love you

[Verse 3: Deante Hitchcock]
I think I made you too special to me
Cause all the little shit that you be doing be extra to me
I guess you a lesson to me
Drunk, reminiscing, my vision twisted like this 'rello I'm flicking
My spirit's lifted, swear I could prolly say hello to Whitney
We had a bomb but we fucked up the chemistry
I thought I told you baby
You gon hate me 'fore it's over baby
We could've patched it all up in a jiffy, but now it's iffy
Let the Henny moonwalk on my kidneys for all the memories
Met you on Twitter
Sent the risky text, fuck it, Carpe DM
Now it feel like the feeling vanished
I gave you the world
You wanted your space
We prayed to the stars
But it never go how we plan it, understand it
Listen, I had a girl that threw extra spit with the top
I was...undefeated Mayweather up in the box
Tryna...add you to the list of shit I forgot
And Henny might not be the answer but fuck it, it's worth a shot
She, uh
Throw it at me I catch it like wide receiver
My mamacita
Pin her to the wall, Mona Lisa
She let me in that water, I rock the boat like Aaliyah
The pipe slanger
Dope dick, she tryna re-up
Maybe...that's the reason we both out here confused
I'm crazy...'bout you still that's why I'm playing the fool
And baby...the mad drunk texts you sending is cool
But if I leave your ass on read, it's gon give you the blues
I know you still thinking of me because I'm thinking of you

[Outro: Deante Hitchcock]
But, well, I think I made you too special to me
I guess it's my fault
I guess I made you too special to me (yeah)
It's my bad
I think I made you too special to me
I think I made you too--
I think I made you too special to me
Bitch I love you