(Straight off the dome)
Aye, keep the hate from around me
Remember back in high school, the students tried to clown me
Talking about me, talking about I didn't have my digits rounded
That's why the music sound the way its sounding
Y'all look astounded, my drip I found it
Aye, look the same young women want to "joint-account" me
Aye shawty, you my muse
We ain't together, but issa mood
I f*ck with you
I get a feeling of serenity when I'm with you
And when I see you in that coupe, the only thing I think about is f*cking you
I f*ck with you
I guarantee when I cop this coupe, I'm gone pullup on you
I swear your sweeter than some apple juice
(Yeah)
(You're Mine)
(I Can Tell)
(Oh)
I want to be there for you (Girl)
I want to be there for you
(Oh, Oh)
(Yeah Baby)
(Yeah Baby)
(I want to be there for you, I want to be there for you, Girl)