[Verse 1: Astro]

Who they attract with that line

''What's your name, what's your sign?''

Jocks leave, watch the losers creep from behind

I don't do this often, but I'ma make eye contact

While I exchange my contacts

With you, I'm far from a mac, I'm just real

The way you stare make it hard for me to sit still

So let's chill when your man ain't around

I be Brooklyn like we own that town

I can't guarantee shopping sprees

But I could open doors and leave the key

I be the L-A-M-E passport holder

Bags on your shoulder, flash all over

We be all over thuggin' on each other

Be home in time to watch New York Undercover

I know you ain't used to hanging with a loser

But I'm just trying to brighten up the future

Don't be afraid

[Hook: Aaron Hall]

Don't be afraid, my baby

Everything will be alright

Ain't no need to be afraid

No way, no way

[Verse 2: Astro]

Let's chill by the clock tower

Plan to invest in, yo, that's ours

Tired of being texted? Yo, that's never

75% of the time we together

You ain't the type of chick rockin' name brand clothes

You still got style when you walk your shows

So, dendin' your knees, but thinkin' of right places

Lavish look, but chillin' livin' with the basics

90's baby, but girl, you got a feel like the 80's

Could drive the most sane man crazy

Stop traffic, behind the wheel they be starin'

And influence front key tearing in your appearance

And if I had to sum it all up, get with me

I bet a hundred, I keep it a buck fifty

You dig me? If so, we leave here today

But you can't be afraid

[Hook: Aaron Hall]

Don't be afraid, my baby

Everything will be alright

Ain't no need to be afraid

No way, no way

[Outro: Astro]

I mean you mad cool, yeah, I think I like you

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(I can't dig this) Yo, can you dig what I'm kickin'?

This a buff round of 'em

But you still need a shovel 'cause the lines run deep

We creep lowkey to the studio while you sleep

Now you see the difference between you and me

I'm on my dawg, you non-celestial but the bars

But I'm a star

So have a seat in my car and ride with me through the streets of Brooklyn-

Yo, wassup? This is a P.E.S.A, public enemy service announcement. 'Cause I feel like this is something we gotta say