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Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

There's no need for us to rush it through

Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

This is more than just a new lust for you

VERSE 01:

Quit playin? You just stayin

With him but I'm the one you is cravin

Haven't talked much, we need to get in touch

We've been smokin up, you are confused a bit much

Most people in my position just wanna play games and such

But I'd got places and things to do, and man these girls seem too much

I'm quiet with it, I just go with life

I've been dealing with this lost, we had a strife

I'mma be the only one who's sippin a billion shots

And you and me gonna be the only thing in everyone's thoughts

Don't run from it, we gonna be like Jay and Beyonce we gon call the shots

I've met a lot of girls in my time here, word to J.Cole, I dream lots

Baby I meant you my first time, man I was like afraid of what I looked like

How you kissed like, how you take it like, or what you going to dislike

Underage at a nigga's house like damn I made a mistake

Like damn, man I'm such a dumbass for this, you was the icing on my cake

See nowadays a nigga kinda stay up for like twenty nights writing these rhymes

Thinkin of you as my main thing, need you to read between the lines

Smoking with you like back then you didn't know me, I'm blessed now

Looking at you with this smile, you give me like fifty million signs

I tell you, “You gonna be my Bonnie, I'mma be you're Clyde, ridin around committin crimes

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VERSE 02:

Sometime you gonna come over in my hood

Your looks is attractive, got a nigga wishin he could

Just lift that skirt, no ****, no misunderstand

There's issues at hand that we can't be discussion

I ain't gonna sign up for this

Only if I know for sure you gonna be the main objective on my bucket list

And now people's sayin, “Would you rather, have this or just suck on his?”

Listen baby, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta put the trust in this

But the words that come out your mouth is shit that I can't seem to demiss

Guess since my contact ain't yours, I'll just say it here

Hate the fact that you ain't the type of girl that I seem to hear

Like damn girl, you like being compared to this shit, you're love affairs?

Shit you'd think that someone as beautiful as you would seem to care

But no you with the dudes that be using you as they chair

You need to freaking step, I'm serious, you need to freaking stop

Stop with all the sexual messages, stop with the staring, stop the inside job

Like we don't know each other, we ain't been together, we just friends now

This feeling got me pinned down, having me picking up my pen and now

I'm writing to you from a distance like a pay pal, but you'll seen realize

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