Intro Wale. Monogamy or whatever you call it. I'm starting to think it ain't for everybody. Most of us is rushing into it anyways, you know what I'm saying. You ain't rushing for love, and I ain't up
I'ma rap to you real quick. I wanna enjoy the luxury of like. Not knowing each other for real. Hol' up. Lotus flower bomb firefly. When I'm low, she take me high. I can teach you all the sounds of lov
Ladies and Gentlemen. I ain't trynna be politically correct. But I won't rest till I'm givin my respect. And my vision isn't set on the money I get. But more less the vest I'm comin for ya'll neck
Chorus. And she throws up whatever she eats. She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed. Regular girl, Celebrity dreams. She is. (90210). She live her whole life like tv. And she would do anything
(Verse 1). Dear sweetheart, wassup boo. Whatchu up to?. More club moves?. I call her, no answer. Her phone in the bag, she dancing. Its four now, the clubs over. I call her, but oh hold up. Ya
' you the same question partna'. I am hip-hop. Past, present and future. I can rap on some old Primo, sound like the present Sigo and make it feel like a sequal to the new me, bitch. I'm Wale, the