Shakespeare - What It Is

Whoa now 
Whoa now 
Whoa now
My sativa in the morning
Bubbles when you bathe 
Favorite color's gray 
But yellow is your old shit 
Whoa now 
Whoa now 
Whoa now
Let's tap into the moment
Tryna blaze you now
Keep you around
Oh swear you blow my mind
A la mode when you look at me with Those pretty brown eyes
We ain't ever had name for the love 
Just a cool ass vibe
Call it what it is babe
Yeah call it what it is babe
Whoa now 
Whoa now 
Whoa now
Maple syrup in your ice tea
Jeans of corduroy and pastel
Plus you fuck with polly seeds
A la mode when you look at me with Those pretty brown eyes
We ain't ever had name for the love 
Just a cool ass vibe
So call it what it is babe
Let's just call it what it is babe
Let's just call it what it is babe
Call it what it
Call it what it
Put that on the stars 
You might be the one 
In every shape in form 
And I like that
Baby sweet as sugar cane
Shelter in the rain 
Ain't no single phrase could describe that
Put that on the stars 
You might be the one 
In every shape in form 
And I like that
Baby sweet as sugar cane
Shelter in the rain 
Ain't no single phrase could describe that
A la mode when you look at me with Those pretty brown eyes
We ain't ever had name for the love 
Just a cool ass vibe
(We should call it) 
(We should call it)
(We should call it)
So call it what it is babe
(We should call it) 
(We should call it)
(We should call it)
Let's just call it what it is babe
Let's just call it what it is babe
Let's just call it what it is babe
Let's just call it what it is babe

Written by:
Unknown Writer, Al Manerson, Stephon Wimberly, Tradessa Willis, Trevon Trapper

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