[Intro]

Retro Nuveaux

Yeah

[Verse 1]

So you don't like me?

I guess I'll fly then

Thought you ain't like "nice men"

Well why him?

I'm a youngin' about my bread, but I'm not YM

I'm not your type?

Yeah right, girl you lyin'

And when I'm done flying

I'm in my room writing

Marijuana and a Dizzy instrumental

Way, way too many thoughts in my mental

Trying to pull up when I park, pull the ceiling off the rental

Though it's dark, seated speeding, tryna get to your heart

Uh, girl I'm weeded, dreaming 'bout us up in the park

Told me to play my part, I can act out a script

But your cast wrong, and you don't know who you playing with

Yeah, this man flip shit quick, you should recognize

I'm bound to make it, while you fucking with them other guys

Damn, love lies, life hurts

When I met you at your pad had that nice shirt

Like a young lad, checking cause I like her

I look up at my pops like, "Tell the Lord, 'nice work',"

But you ain't notice me in plaid, so the night sucked

But we kept chilling at my pad hoping we might fuck

Like, "What I got to lose? I ain't got much..."

Just my music, but I got some hot stuff

And my mom and bros, you cool with them

They giving me advice like, "take her out for food

And then, tell her how you feel,"

Tom Cruise

We ate at Friday's, I paid that afternoon

But I ain't make a move, not cursed by being shy

Just the curse of being a good guy, guess I'm (good)

[Sample chop/Hook]

And now I realize

That you're no good

For me

[Verse 2]

This shit is fucked up, I'm not your type right?

Well, why we pressin' keys, on the late night?

I'm just tryna date like, under the moonlight

They call it fate, right?

Why make light of a dark situation

Part of me thinking, "maybe I should give up baking,"

But you know, through more than conversation

We smoke weed, so ain't no need for us not to proceed, huh

You on some other shit, I don't know who you fucking with

But it ain't me so I'm just cooking like an oven mitt

Yeah, and I don't even know your government

But you got me tripping girl and somewhat I'm loving it

I'm fucking sick, to be loving this

Shit, you ain't really nothing but a tease

Normally you get a girl like that on her knees

But please, judge not, the heart that bleeds

[Talking]

Whether we're sitting looking fly

While jets throttle on the runway

Or we're sitting next to a

Fly looking model from a runway

Just know

I'm feeling good

[Verse 3]

Yeah, yeah

And I ain't done Dizzy

Until they done wit' me

You know I run the town

Got some Nuveaux in your city?

The college dropout, that drop "thou's"

I got clout and no room to back out

My gun with me

So I "blackow!", 'til I black out

And dream about the girl who put the gun to me

This bird's crazy