It must have been a bitch while I was gone I'm sorry to have taken so long You'll reacquaint yourself with my style All this time you put up a fear For a hundred thousand years You mind if I sit down for a while Well, how could you have waited so long

You've got my number Yeah, baby, you know me You've got me wonderin' How good that end might be If I could kiss you Spend a little time with you, girl You love to drive me A hundred miles right out of my mind You love to make me

Soon as I get right I'mma take care of you Swear I'm so prepared to love you Know there's no one there above you And fuck whoever thought it wasn't that hard Fifteen hundred dollar limit dreaming about a black card Aiming for the stars, with a rocket in

Who's gonna love you better? And I know you do, I do it too Who's gonna be me now? Can she live with your flaws Why do you think we think we know what would happen? Felt it a hundred times We got the perfect eyes, eh eh What if she asked would you tell

I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it This bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis Back to back Maybachs

Right at you And I'm aiming right at you Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon Without you We touch I feel a rush It isn't much but its enough to make me wonder what's in store