Thinking Out Loud
[Verse 1]
Niggas ain't think I was gon make it
Center cap locks so the bums won't take it
I say, cleaned aluminum stock rims, you see em shimmering
Brown skin queen, steady glowing cuz of the melanin
Windows done, music loud down Vaughan street
Then I flew to Charlotte, counting cruising down Paw Creek
I clean the white walls myself before I hit the wash
Niggas waxing for a wax job dawg, but fuck the cost
Showed her a bottle of Rumbar and then I take her
63 proof, you only find this in Jamaica
Sending me heart eyes, saying she wanna see me
Girl, just call me L-O baby, you can keep the V-E
Had to turn off the TV, crack open B double O-K's
Debating on the route, but I make the money both ways
Real estate, never fake, ocean side, fuck a lake
You can come and get a taste, board the flight, I'm never late
[Interlude]
Board the flight, i'm never late
(You know I had to get them bars out real quick)
Enough room to stamp my ummmm.... Passports
(This the part wherr=e I umm, start thinking out loud and shit)
Tell em what's on your mind
(Be some shit that ne crossing a nigga mind while I just be chilling)
Gold Bottle Team
(Check this out)
[Verse 2]
I wish a nigga would try to front on a nigga
All in front of bitches acting like he that nigga
Highest form of disrespect is being so flukish
Giving me the run around, these bitches is foolish
I can't steer you wrong cuz this pure education
So don't be hitting L-O with no false allegations
The interest these women show is so temporary
They fuck you in July, don't know you by January
Maybe cuz, off top I wasn't talking no wedding
Thinking I mislead her, now she sit there regretting
But naw, it ain't my fault, I kept it real from the jump start
Made herself mad, how the hell I break her heart?
Eyes on my mirrors when i'm at a red light
Never know when you might have to put up a fight
Never know when you might have to hop on a flight
Get yo dick sucked places where the sand is so white
Peep them niggas on they cellphones at the meetings
Them niggas who don't look you in yo eye when you greet em
She think i'm tryna chill, but I conceal my intentions
Law number 3, I don't think that you was listening