SMVEOnFriday's - Therapy

No time to explain
I just stay in my lane
I don't got time to be playing them games
If she can't stand the rain
Then she can't stand the pain
I thought I was over it, I thought them feelings went down the drain

Look at me now
Look at me I'm still In denial
I treat myself when I shop in Canal
It took me a while
The Playboy back in style
Who's counting
Ain't you on ya third nigga now

What happen to Ole boy?
Oh it was his time to go boy
Oh he wasn't down with the show no more
He wasn't sitting front row

Don't know about them countless hours
We go back and forth
The show you put on need countless flowers
That pussy not made for no coward
Lord help me just like Howard
This bitch Hollywood like Broward

Makes sense she was in Miami
Please tell me that outta these new niggas I was the only one that met yo family
Ya little brother understand me, even went and met ya granny
I'm touching ya panties
I'm going in raw no Plan B

Plan A the same as Plan C
I'm tryna give you my daughter
I'm tryna see you break ya water
Princess what I used to called her
It's been so long I should call her

She know this all her
She know right know this all her fault
I'ma still get the blame, I was calling you out ya name

That's cuz you called me selfish
Even though I was spending my last of cash to get you Steak & Shellfish
I was older than her like Elvis
But not as old as Elvis
So seeing you post ol' boy shit felt that in my pelvis

I'ma big boy keep it 3stacks I ain't know how to act
Like what do I lack?
I ain't wanna take you back in fact
I'm singing my pain Like black (6 lack)
I know I did bad in the past
Like Macy's should've cut me some slack
Instead you wanna get me back for what I did and that's a wrap

If she brown skin
And she got ass like Trina she's allowed in
Fuck that bring her crowd in

Them girls walk around in flavors
Girls really bout they paper
Bad Bitch straight to ya maker
Girls start drinking/moving they body quick vacay to Jamaica

I'm feeling like AC Slater
I'm Playing it cool, cant chase her
She looking at me like why I babysit my cup, I don't do chasers
I smoke more grass than acres
And I'd rather be watching the Lakers
I'm tryna figure out how many more shots til you shaking ya money maker

How many shots til I get you In ya zone?
I throw paper like the Mail man, you could call me Karl Malone
Call me Ceaser im walking round Lenox ave and I roam alone
I feel like Flava Flav the time is now we going home

If She look like SZA I'm here on the weekends
Her ex nigga tweaking
He up and left for no reason

Test the bitch like a regent
And I don't make no agreements
Trust issues, My guard up like Draymond Green on defense

She fuck with me cuz I do shit old school
Her ex nigga is old news
Don't get it mixed up like Pro tools
She stay at home, she don't like being outside Doing what them hoes do
No nigga could expose you
She smart what does show you?

She might be wife material
I know you like that I'm feeling you
I'm tryna do right in the physical
I'm tryna lay pipe all night, screaming for the lord
Like the link up spiritual
I ain't take a bitch serious since 2016 I ain't do it it's a miracle

How many shots till I get you In ya zone?
I throw paper like the Mail man, You can call me Karl Malone
Call me Ceaser I walk around Lenox ave and I roam alone
I feel like Flava Flav the time is now she going home

Chocolate bitch call me Willy Wonka
I don't trick but I sponsor
I'm fucking her like a monster
I'm tryna figure out what day you off
Let's get some steak and some lobster
I play my part cuz I'm big on loyalty just like a mobster

She got that act right like the Oscars
I start to act like Kevin Costner
I play the bodyguard part proper
I see her body parts like a doctor
She singing out like a Opera
I got her smoking Zaa like a rasta
I switch the style up like imposters

She shaking it like Maraca
She start shaking it off the Vodka
Back in high school I was tryna switch my style like Speaker Knockers
I'm locked in like high school lockers
Back when I wanted the Foamposite Coppers
I can't let a bitch meet my family like Ben Stiller in Meet the Fockers

Written by:
Bayo Traore

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