Simple

We don't gas on the tempo
We don't ask ask for the info
We don't crash up ya disco
Just seep it calm cool and simple
We don't gas on the tempo
We don't ask ask for the info
We don't crash up ya disco
Just seep it calm cool and simple, simple

Nothing complex about my complexion I'm sun kissed
We don't funk at the function over drunken assumptions
We don't speak a no english we don't have the same seamstress
We ain't cut from the same cloth my designer is genius
Yeah Im in my mode yeah I'm in my feelings see you in yo bag
Yeah I handle business but never seen a reason to brag
This is temporary, so before they write my obituary
Imma take some risks that seem a bit to scary
I know rainy days, damn it Im from the PN Dub
I waited in line cold as heck just to be in the club
Had her boyfriend trynna fight me cuz I gave her a hug
Even when faced with hatred I got to show real is love
Keep it one hunndo seafood inside of my gumbo
Peach Cobbler made by my momma so keep my plate super jumbo
Family keeping me humble and catching me when I stumble
I rather spit it than mumble but don't worry we don't judge

We don't gas on the tempo
We don't ask for the info
We don't crash up ya disco
Just seep it calm cool and simple
We don't gas on the tempo
We don't ask for the info
We don't crash up ya disco
Just seep it calm cool and simple, simple

If happiness is the way Imma stray in search of direction
My homies deal with depression this weather aint known for helping
Wish you could see my perception far from holy perfection
But helps with any objections when looking at my reflection
Ah spare me the sob let the melody do its job
The employee of every month show the trophies all for the stunt
Kick it hard as a punt or them kickers back in the trunk
Daddy slammin down dominoes think he Shaq for the dunk
Oh how precious the time to ease the pressure of mine
Stress the entire winter just needed the sun to shine
Depleted but not defeated this seasons one of a kind
Smell the evergreen pine hit the chair and recline and I'm home
Yeah they gave me the throne
That I don't think I deserve but shoot I'm down to get on
We don't flick on the phone just to post and be known
We just minding our own dos and don'ts from the dome

We don't gas on the tempo
We don't ask for the info
We don't crash up ya disco
Just seep it calm cool and simple
We don't gas on the tempo
We don't ask for the info
We don't crash up ya disco
Just seep it calm cool and simple, simple

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