I dropped the ball, yeah I fumbled Oh, that's probably why you're never here All my diamonds cold like cold soda Oh, yeah, yeah That's probably why you're never here I'm mature enough to say it I'm mature enough to own up to it

You nasty boy I got you breaking into a sweat Got you hot, bothered, and wet Nasty, naughty boy Oh baby, for all it's worth I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind Put your icing on my cake Come here, big boy Ah, mm, yeah

In my dreams You love me like yeah, yeah You love me right, oh, yeah Can I get it like that, that, that, let me know 'Cause I really like that, that, that, when you go And I know it's not real, but the way that I feel I just need to know You'd say you

Wishing all the OGs could see me now, now yeah Oh ya ya yeah Oh ya ya ya ya ya ya ya yeah That's when I realized this shit was bigger than me Bigger than me When the whole town on their feet And they all just waiting on you to speak That's when you

Oh yeah, yeah, I just hit a lick and I know you feelin' some way (Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah) I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah Yeah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah, yeah If I'mma talk,

Miss independent That's why I love her She got her own thing Yeah, yeah yeah Won't you come and spend a little time Oh, the way she shine Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Is something about her Oh is something about

Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down Could you? I got too much on my mind right now Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby

(Oh, I believe) I believe (I believe) I believe (Oh, I believe) Oh, I believe (Oh, I believe) I believe, yeah (Oh, I believe) There could be dark clouds up over me, yeah

I'm a songwriter My only weapon is my pen And the frame of mind I'm in And the things I flash on everyday They all reflect in what I say Oh yeah, a poet

Hey, yeah, I promise you your daddy gon' be alright Oh, baby, you were such a good girl all your life So what we cause a little trouble? So what we don't sleep tonight? Oh, baby, I promise you your daddy's gon' be alright Gonna be alright Poor boy, rich