Where To Start

I don't know where to start, but I just want to know when to begin

I don't know where we are, but I just want to go with you again

I don't know where to start, but I just want to show you what it is

I'm 'bout the Lord, my God, so kill me now unless you want (Hey, lil' fine)

I'm exercising my vulnerability, but you spend all my energy

But you see me like I don't see me, I don't want to live in that bedroom

Aye, that 20/20 low, that PRK vision

Every time I lay sixteen, they stay squintin'

But you still doubtin' me like I'm the same ****, same ****, same ****, lame ****, lame ****

My job got you feeling I'm too dangerous, we done made it through the flames in L.A., and shit

Wait a bit, stay a bit, grateful I pray for this

I'm sick of time, but you really on that patient shit

I know you tryna pace this shit, but I haven't seen your face in years, it's been a day, bae

I don't know what to call it, but I'm never calling you a friend

I'm unthawing this hard, I never thought that I'd ever use again

And I don't know where we are, and I don't give a donut where you been

'Cause I'm 'bout the Lord, it's God, so kill me now unless you want, mm

So it's on now, and I'm on what you on, what you on though

My Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, yeah

So it's on now, and I'm on what you on, what you on, though

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

It's the grace you give me

It's the way I want you here when I'm way too busy

It's the way you never get when I'm anxious, really

How you this patient with me?

Speaking like without having conversations with me

Look at the stares you doing

Them soft eyes, my body sway like Medusa

I love my privacy, but I'm way too proud of this woman

Gather 'round for this woman, put your hands together, and make it clap, clap, clap

Aye, pick it up, I gotta give it up

That's what down is time, but don't gotta be a crutch

Don't wanna be attached, that happens getting close

There's power in your ass, there's more power in your touch, though

Everything a lot, but not enough, though

Keep it on the low, I need to know for the must-knows

Yeah, I'm deacon, but I'm start though

I feel like Whiplash meets Love Jones, what's up, though?

I don't know where to go, but I just want to go until the end

I'm unthawing this hard, I never thought I'd ever use again

And I can play my new part and never-ever play pretend

'Cause I'm about the Lord, my God, I'm about the Lord, my God, I'm about the Lord, my Lord

Pick it up, I gotta pick it up

Woman of the Year, every day that's in a month

Pick it up, I gotta pick it up

Baby, you're my life, this is more than a crush, though