Music Video
Fresh Out (feat. T Lanez)
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ty what that shit do fool?
T Lanes what up?
True story
[Verse 2]
It's been two years but it feels like it hasn't been
If you love her how you love her, just imaganin'
Have you ever had a women that you feen for?
The definition of a lady that you kill for
Took her out the hood, but she rings like a southern bell
Went to school, in the A, so it shows well
Me and her had a class back in high school
Went to prom, with her friend, 'cause I had to
Growing up fine, used to tell her I was best dresses
Competition with her ex because he wasn't fresh
Used to tell her, "When i grow up, I'ma marry you
And if you ever get hurt, I'ma carry you
And if you ever want a man, I'ma cherish you"
Cabo's for the weekend I'm telling you
She used to say, "When we sex, it be special, huh?"
Swear to God, she the only girl I ever loved
[Verse 3]
You make me high
I'ma let you ride
Girl on this west side
I'ma make you call me the best out
When I fuck you like I'm fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Like I'm fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Like I'm fresh out, fresh out. fresh out
[Verse 4]
It's been two years but it feels like it's yesterday
Graduated high school, yeah twelfth grade
Got accepted to Atlanta she a real peach
Never understood her friends really in the streets
Couple bitches that I call so she used to write
And every letter that she ended you would be alright
Grown woman not a kid, she mature good
Little girl out the hood, but she still hood
Big Porch Charlwood born in the wood
Got mutual friends so we understood
We believed what we seen, from a little crush
And as a friend, friendships turn to more lust
And with that lust, I can love like always
And if I ever go away, I love you always
Hit the mall, ball hard like always
And we gon' keep shining on 'em like hallways
[Verse 5]
You make me high
I'ma let you ride
Girl on this west side
I'ma make you call me the best out
When I fuck you like I'm fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Like I'm fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Like I'm fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
[Verse 6]
This is for Tisha, girls with Alecia
Even with the girls with the curls and they weavin'
This is for Toya, Yolanda and Tina
Even Christina she used to hold my Nina
Back in the days when a **** had the reefer
Packed full of haze, baby girl we were chief of
Oh damn, I'm thinkin' about you
Thinkin' oh damn, I'm thinkin' about you
Thinkin' oh damn, I'm thinkin' about you
[Verse 7]
You make me high
I'ma let you ride
Girl on this west side
I'ma make you call me the best out
When I fuck you like I'm fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Like I'm fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Like I'm fresh out, fresh out, fresh out
Written by: Joe Moses, T Lanez
