Perspectives II
I'm in my bag
In my satchel
It's just sad cause I still wish had you
Remind you
Uhh
My mashed potatoes ain't nun without ya gravy
But baby you still the greatest
Pray you made it home safely
I mean
I like the gems and the Gemini's
It's been awhile
Since I saw a woman that could make me have some sinning eyes
Ill-advised rappers act like 90's R&B singers up in disguise
Probably why I'm missing out
Love it when you talk to me slow
I love the music you been making
You should make me some more
I know the feeling that you feeling
I've been thru it
Ive been in it
And I know you ain't no menace
You just living like so
I like them mean ass faces you be making
I'm debating if I'm taken or I'm single
Baby, cause you speak my lingo
Domingo we can meet up at church house
I'm in a dress
You in a tux
This shit could workout
Hate the fact that we ain't on the same page
Or even in the same stage of life
I used to gangbang
Homies always asking do I still mess with the same dame
My phone in hand
Your name pop up
I tell em' ain't a thang changed
Nervous cause I kinda think it's urgent
That I find out whats ya purpose in my life
Before the curtains close
Hurting, Soul searching for the person
That I might propose to
But I ain't certain at the moment
I been going thru the motions though
Let's get mimosas for the culture
Talk this over
You too sober for me right now
Girl you better pipe down
Been building up your castle
So you better gimme my crown
Living on the edge just so I can fit ya lifestyle
It's better with perspective
Better when the lessons taught early
Like when hair ain't really curly
It's just straight
Can't nobody take your place
So every base you on is safe
I'm still waiting here at home
Baby, slide on the way
The church is open for the sinners
Heart is empty
But my kidney and my liver filled with liquor
And the whiskey keep on callin' me to stay
What can I say
That I love you like a rose
Or a flower bouquet
Why act like a saint
When we know that I ain't
Let your clothes hit the floor
Keep on callin' you for more
You the slice of pie that people miss when it's gone
But in reality you right at the door
Could need Jesus
Could just need a G
To clear my mind and face the facts
You think you're better off without me
Wake up
Smell the coffee
Or smell them roses
It's your choice
Whatever path you choose to take
Know you're bound to hear this voice
I gotta find a way to love me too
I gotta finally know the truth
I gotta find a way to love me too
I finally know the truth now
In my satchel
It's just sad cause I still wish had you
Remind you
Uhh
My mashed potatoes ain't nun without ya gravy
But baby you still the greatest
Pray you made it home safely
I mean
I like the gems and the Gemini's
It's been awhile
Since I saw a woman that could make me have some sinning eyes
Ill-advised rappers act like 90's R&B singers up in disguise
Probably why I'm missing out
Love it when you talk to me slow
I love the music you been making
You should make me some more
I know the feeling that you feeling
I've been thru it
Ive been in it
And I know you ain't no menace
You just living like so
I like them mean ass faces you be making
I'm debating if I'm taken or I'm single
Baby, cause you speak my lingo
Domingo we can meet up at church house
I'm in a dress
You in a tux
This shit could workout
Hate the fact that we ain't on the same page
Or even in the same stage of life
I used to gangbang
Homies always asking do I still mess with the same dame
My phone in hand
Your name pop up
I tell em' ain't a thang changed
Nervous cause I kinda think it's urgent
That I find out whats ya purpose in my life
Before the curtains close
Hurting, Soul searching for the person
That I might propose to
But I ain't certain at the moment
I been going thru the motions though
Let's get mimosas for the culture
Talk this over
You too sober for me right now
Girl you better pipe down
Been building up your castle
So you better gimme my crown
Living on the edge just so I can fit ya lifestyle
It's better with perspective
Better when the lessons taught early
Like when hair ain't really curly
It's just straight
Can't nobody take your place
So every base you on is safe
I'm still waiting here at home
Baby, slide on the way
The church is open for the sinners
Heart is empty
But my kidney and my liver filled with liquor
And the whiskey keep on callin' me to stay
What can I say
That I love you like a rose
Or a flower bouquet
Why act like a saint
When we know that I ain't
Let your clothes hit the floor
Keep on callin' you for more
You the slice of pie that people miss when it's gone
But in reality you right at the door
Could need Jesus
Could just need a G
To clear my mind and face the facts
You think you're better off without me
Wake up
Smell the coffee
Or smell them roses
It's your choice
Whatever path you choose to take
Know you're bound to hear this voice
I gotta find a way to love me too
I gotta finally know the truth
I gotta find a way to love me too
I finally know the truth now
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Writer(s): Dwight Hunter Ii
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