Maybe In Nirvana

Paint one black and bump it, then take the black up, whoa

Whoa, whoa, got me fucked up

Every day another style, lay baby flat like some Chucks (Ha)

Damn, ha-ha

Smoke make me float like a butterfly, skrrt like a Bimmer

She wanna be mine, I told her, "Gotta be mindful"

Pussy warm as a poncho, beat the thing like a conga

Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin'

Just, not for long (See)

I mean, I might got some love in the back, but (Baby)

I only can rent it out

See what I'm sayin'? Or a lease, at least it's me

Ain't my mama fault the way I talk, I talk, ooh (I talk, I talk)

I don't pop beans, brown in the coffee cup (Not for me)

I got my margin up and then I ran the Marges up (I did)

I'm gettin' green on top of cheese, bitch, my parsley up (Bitch, I did)

Lit the party up

Told lil' baby to get some bottles, she look like she tryin' to skedaddle

Swim in lil' baby, no paddle (Wow)

You pass my blunt back, canoe, you're fuckin' rude ('Noe, you're rude)

Before I lose my cool, baby, lose your shoes (Lose shoes)

And kick back, the pack petroleum, that ass protrude (Glue, glue)

I'm glued, Gorilla Number Four

Bape on my back, might topple over

Harajuku tag breaker, landscaper, bag raker

Me and my mans on a drag race until the holy land

Like a butterfly, skrrt like a Bimmer

She wanna be mine, I told her, "Gotta be mindful"

Pussy warm as a poncho, beat the thing like a conga

Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin'

Just, not for long

I mean, I might got some love in the back, but

I only can rent it out

See what I'm sayin'? Or a lease, at least it's me

What if I told you? (Ooh, baby)

Was it the only? (Please, please, please)

You was the go-to (See)

You really want me (And need me, you know)

Your pussy soul food (Sweet potato)

**** was hungry (Feed, feed me)

You was the go-to (Uh)

You really— (Ah)

What if I told you? (Ooh, baby)

Was it the only? (Please, please, please)

You was the go-to (See)

You wouldn't want me (Then leave me, you know)

Your pussy soul food (Sweet potato)

She say Black love ain't dead (Black love ain't dead)

Good love ain't so bad at all (Good love ain't so bad)

Your expectations was X'd out 'cause you extra

I'd rather be ambidextra'

I got a Rolodex of lab rats that call me Dexter

Exterior not to be mistaken, nothin' short, it's God body (Talk, ****)

I'm probably with somebody

Everybody need somebody, come on, say it with me

Everybody need somebody

Aww, come on, say it with me

Everybody need somebody

Baby

Baby