And I know you wouldn't I don't feel that she's mine enough God, I feel I couldn't have you windin' up Butterfly in my wrist I live for now, I don't know what happen after here Keep that same energy You make pretty women out of my skin And I don't feel

Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line She make you fly You all breathe it, we all need it Who all need it, who all need it Are you ready Sweet apple pie Standing in the street Hands outta line

Looks to me like I'm flying high And my uproarious arrival pushed the noise to the scene This inglorious desire that would be left out of me So I'll be open to rise And open closed minds, hook lines I'll make 'em edible You'll gobble it down Like it's

I bet she love, love I bet she love All this fake love got me damaged I can't take it, I just popped another xanny I'm fuckin' on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don't plan it, yeah It's