Miss Daisy

Yup yup yup
Yup
Hey Miss Daisy
It's me L.D alive in the flesh what the fuck going
We seen it before pretty girls like trap music and they poems
I was thinking about you wondering can I symbolize my love through dove showings
You publicize your life and we see the hate but has a nigga wrote you a love song
Has he
Ain't seen to much of your private life but the wine glass show you classy
And show that you caring
Think about it you ever seen a girl as beautiful as you at the park alone you know that they staring
I done already had see ins of a future with you like, baby's crying, 90's songs playing, and table preparing
But you ask one of my exes and they'll tell you that I'm not attentive to what a woman would need
See that she filled with greed
Wallpapers of my past peeling back and got my guts showing
But like I said my past would tell you that I'm not that good with writing love songs
So bare with me
You carefully
Promise back that if I stay prime Bobby that you'd stay Whitney
So stay with me
Okay pretty
Okay pretty
Because you a bag lady and you gone hurt yo back
Worrying about your past but you know that
Never know how the cards may lay
But that don't set you astray from giving them card readings all day
Selflessness filled the room whenever you walked in it
In yo room of light I step in and I put some dark in it
Like mixed liquor it's not all bad sometimes we need balance to provide some spark in it
And I got to complain to you like I hate when a random woman walk up to me hearing me rapping and tell me how she sees the Kendrick Lamar in it
I'm more so L.D and I'm raw with it
And you see me for me and I'm in awe with it
So what would you wanna do a few dates in
We can hit the park
Picnic paint and draw
Or the library end it all
With taking you back to the room and somehow you all with it
As you see I don't rap so they can pay me
The matchmaking is crazy I'm back thanking Miss Daisy because why not
Leave me thanking Miss Daisy, leave me thanking Miss Daisy because why not