[Verse STS]

She the type that dig leather jackets and leopard prints

Swear she smells like an angel she must be heaven sent

The only band that could make her dance are the elements

I'm talking Earth, Wind & Fire

She ain't that ignorant ratchet type that Juicy-J would like

I copped [[[???]]], and [vintage?] [shinelle?]

I paint these images well, love every minor detail

Or why she finer than hell

Hate to compare you to such, why do people do that --oh well

It's just a saying I guess, but I keep paying I guess

[[Counting on the idea that some may suggest??]]

[[??]] he crazy as hell

He think that love will prevail

This ain't no motion picture, nigga, most relationships fail

Well so did Edison, Jefferson, Issac Newton as well

He ain't inventing no wheel

This ain't the bending of steel

It's just controlling the urges, man, I've been blessed with freewill

Though a man can also choose to believe that destiny's real

Hope this how destiny feel