MB3 Brown - MUSE/STARGIRL

I'm tryna take you to dinner
I'm tryna pay your tuition
I'm tryna pay for your hair and your nails and your vision
I don't know how you so pretty
I don't know why he been playing with your feelings
But I wanna know why you let him
I wanna know why you stressing
I wanna know you text him when I'm tryna show you a blessing
I'll show the pressure you want, you don't even got to ask
I give you affection, the joy, the attention
Like we in the R&B classics
A man of my love and my passions
A man of my word and my actions
Man I can't lie, I'm a player
But when's it for you, I don't the distractions
You got what all of girls really lacking
You live a life that's outside of your captions
I'm texting your phone, where you at?
You finna come over, and we finna make a lil' picture to go on my canvas
A man of my jokes and my antics
Persuasive in all my semantics
And please don't take my heart for granted
'Cause surely, it's got enough damage
Show me the side of you that they don't see
I wanna hold you as long as you want me to
Can you be my muse?
When the shade get dark, can you paint my hues?
Brighten up my mood
When the times get tough, can you heal my wounds?
'Cause I do know one thing though
Women, they come, they go
But them other girls practice
'Cause I ain't never had nobody like you before
Can you be my muse?
When the shade get dark, can you paint my hues?
Brighten up my mood
When the times get tough, can you heal my wounds?
If I shoot my shot, would I miss?
Would you love me if I'm not myself?
Late nights, can you heal my fears?
Deep down, I'ma need some help
If I shoot my shot, would I miss?
Would you love me if I'm not myself?
Late nights, can you heal my fears?
Deep down, I'ma need some help
Show me the side of you that they don't see
Side that they don't see
I wanna hold you as long as you want me to
Side that they don't see
I wanna hold you as long as you want me to
I need to fly to Atlanta
I need to fly to Atlanta and show you I'm serious
I got these girls that come to my parties
But deep down, I wish you was here
You a hot girl, you a star girl, but I wish you was here
'Cause you made my world spin with your brown skin
And those pretty eyes
You in mint condition, but them pretty eyes tellin all lies
You got guys tryna get you courtside, living wild on the north side
Was a good girl, but it's gone now
Calling outside your home now
Got me spending time alone now
Really, I'm talking to talk 'cause you know that I'm jealous
I need a muse, when you in the blues
You know that I make you special
I'm tryna take you dinner
I'm tryna pay your tuition
I'm tryna pay for your hair, your nails, and your vision
I don't know how you so pretty, tell me you miss me
You blocked my number right in the heart of the summer
'Cause you say I put on a front
I don't say that
I just got multiple women and just don't know which one I want
Life of the party
I just want me a somebody who not for the fame or awards
Instead of you playing my heart, I'm playing it smart
Still deep in my thoughts like
I need to fly to Atlanta
I need to fly to Atlanta and show you I'm serious
I got these girls that come to my parties
But deep down, I wish you was here
You a hot girl, you a star girl, and I
I wish you was here

Written by:
Mitchell Brown III

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