Intro: I’m talking oceans in the back. Porsches in the front yea. I’m listening to Spitta and I’m kinda thinking that’s what I want yea. Actually, I do want a Porsche though. And I’m gonna get one so I can feel good in the streets. Aye Aye Aye! Shouts out to my folk man. Fella.

Verse 1: I’m not the type of guy to play the field intercepting every pass that my homie thought was his man. Cause I touched down a couple times before and knowing how I got that score eats up my conscious man. I am the type of cat that thinks a lot about a million ideas I’d like to think’s outside the box but since that last word resembles boxers, I need some new polos cause I’m tired of wearing my old ones. And that last line had me sorta scared that you’d listen to that last line and think I was a bum damn. The old me gave too many F-U-C-K’s about every single bittie likkle thing mane. I’m at the threshold of let go and let God and follow his commandments and live life and that’s all. Cause I been following myself for so long but with God and no stress, I’d be further along.

Hook:
Yea, Man I don’t know what I’m saying. Maybe you know what I’m saying.
I mean I had a couple lines I think were worth replaying but I don’t know what I’m saying
I gotta come in with the hook though.
I don’t know what I’m saying. Maybe you know what I’m saying.
I mean I had a couple lines I think were worth replaying but I don’t know what I’m saying

I gotta come in with the hook though.
Just another look. Come in with the hook. Just another look into my soul.
It’s for the taking. You wanna take it? Here it goes….Come in with the hook.
Just another look. Come in with the hook. Just another look into my soul.
It’s for the taking. You wanna take it? Here it goes….goesss.

Verse 2: I’m the product of being raised by a single parent. I grew up with a feminine perspective and at first it made me insecure to think that I was too nice and not spending life trying to lay with every girl within sight. I’m a smooth operator though. Never even knew it. Was afraid to spit game so inside I felt lame as hell. In a league of my own, but always tryna switch lanes. Didn’t know that I could be myself without doing a thing. Atleast my morals are in order I hope. But more than once in a while I tune into my ego. Thanks Mama for raising your son to be ethical. And pops for helping the both of us get it together years later. None of us are living in perfection, but in recent years it’s gotten less worse and mo better. Those 4 letters (Love) I’m still seeking in a lot of mediums and I’d assess my progress by saying I’m at medium. With my head in the clouds, my mind’s helium. Don’t need so much sexual, but more mental healing. And maybe a shrink wouldn’t be a bad idea. Cause every now and again I have some bad ideas. On the surface I’m the coolest of creations to be living. In my mind, I’m in prison, held captive by these visions but maybe this song can be therapy used. So if you listen to me, then I’ll listen to you. Word Up.

Hook