Who's loving you? Who's touching you? I don't wanna know now I don't wanna know Who's texting you? Who's sexting you? Why you gotta be so insecure? I ain't hold your heart no more Who's texting you? (Goddamn)

Your eyes may be whole But the story I'm told Is that your heart is as black as night Your lips may be sweet Such that I can't compete But your heart is as black as night I don't know why you came along At such a perfect time

Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it Beam me up, Let me be lighter, I'm tired of being a fighter,I think, A minute's enough, Could you beam me up, Just beam me up. There's a whole other conversation going on In a parallel universe

Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us When I pull up people so fresh in my ride We smoke the best you can buy Keep stunting just cause I can These hoes know just who I am You niggas never have never will You niggas never have and

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

I know that you know You might not think that I care But you don't know what I know Give me a minute there Just a minute now It'll come back to me Freewheelin' troubadour You took my mind off the scene Damn all those people who don't lose control

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

Hold on to me Don't let me go Last name is Dom Who cares what they see? Who cares what they know? Your first name is Free We choose to believe In where we're from

Row, row your boat 'Cause I've got my own boat Even if the whole world knows I don't give a damn about what they think I don't have to stand up to your gun I don't have to sit down when you say Tell me I'm overboard The truth is you just want to see me

Princess, little honey with the polka dot dress on Ruby-lipped lady whose name I don't know Let me tell you, darling Brown skin girl on the other side of the room Brown skin girl staring with her brown eyes Oh, baby, don't you know you're a cutie pie Oh