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Good frame and she keep her art intact
Lil homies looking and older men catching heart attacks
Me I keep it silent just explore the fact of me having the courage to getting close to that
Small talks on that barstool
Hit the counter over heard you went to art school or was it law school
I'll let you bring up it like lost rules
Introduce myself how I was taught to
My name Saint just call me Christopher
She said it kind of rhyme with good listener and like ya hair good conditioner
She got jokes I got locs now I'm diggin her
Tryna stop the thoughts of getting in that viscera
If I don't take a shot I'll end up missing her
Somehow a free man becomes prisoner
Second guessed I really thought I should quit at first
Never seen you in this bar before
I heard these wings bussin' so I'm all aboard
She said it come with eight and the fries a four
On a scale of one to ten but the wings galore
Then she turned to that bartender
Asking for dark liquor
Then order a large spritzer
Turned back and said how long Mr
Til you ask me for my number then go long distance
How you grow up all you got all sisters
Hardly men in your life so you all business
Sigh of relief when them calls ending
60/40 get it shorty you so long winded
Black queen no light lick she don't colonize
Modifying situations I'm great when I optimize
My love for you could be personified
They can't do it like me it's looking dramatized
Eight piece but now they got the curly fries
It went from four to a ten she couldn't save her smile
Figured I should wait awhile but maybe I should break it down
I ain't drinking pure so let me make my rounds