Possession Video (MV)

Dilated pupils and a rapid heartbeat in this car seat
Mr. officer, shhh, let the art speak
I'm just tryna let loose from a hard week
I got blues like shark week, so this great white
Gon spark heat, through the late night
I had to pick her up to pick me up, see it's date night
She ain't really even mine tho, always on my mind tho
You know she in her bag, she a dime tho
See her in the mirror, yeah she fine tho
Got me studying shawty like it's a crime show
And I'm so, tryn stunt
With my misses, she sweeter than swishers, to be blunt
Now, this ain't no confession, but I was driving my days with no direction till my ms. Daisy
Gave an injection, the officer snuffed, laughed, put me in cuffs, and charged me with possession

So now we all alone, it's
Good you back home, with
Everyone you love, see
Speaking on the phone, didn't
Do the job enough, but
Now we in our zone, love
Back to what we we've know, cuz
I have you to my own, see I have you to my own
Have you to my own
Have you to my own
Have you to my own

I ain't really talking bout owning
She ain't no object, so I gotta object to the omen
3 in the morning, I was up late night like Conan
Tryna hit her phone when
The tone hit, awkward moment
Her atonement, mistakes that I made, so afraid that I'd blown it
Remember when we used to laugh in class
You had me gassed, we kissed, girl, it happened. I know
I caught feelings like interceptions with indecision
With this affliction, no scoring seven, I missed the kicking
I didn't say how I really feel, but lovely, this real
Skip the fiction, no misperception, I miss the friction
This ain't no benediction, there's more for us
The world tore us and more swore us
But I'm driven like a Ford Taurus, from your chords to chorus
I'm hooked, no intervention for this addiction