I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,

My people back home This is for my people back home We're lighting one up, feel the love We wouldn't be here without ya Mix it strong, pour it out no doubt We're always thinking about ya Ain't gonna let you down Just wanna make you proud

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

(nothin' but love nothin' but love) Ain't got nothin' but love for you Here I sit by my window thinking about all the things that I've been through There were times where I never thought I get to where I got to Had some angels to guide me someone who

I ain't your baby no more And we both hope there's something But we bo-both keep fronting And it's a closed discussion And I'm thinking "Damn, if these walls could talk" Well, they'd be like "Shit is crazy right?" Been about three days and I'm comin' back

Kama Kama Sutra (Kama Kama Sutra) We could call it Kama Sutra Shawty thinking about the future And make me a believer (woop woop) Put it on me I ain't never gone leave ya Tryna tie me up You tryna tie me up (trying tie me up) I'm just tryna pour up (yeah)