Days Down South / Let Me

She fine, she bad
She serve that dick
And if you got some paper
Then she worth that shit
Say she fine, she bad
She serve that dick
And if you got some paper
Then she worth that, worth that

All a nigga really wanna do is vibe with ya
You at the grounds of getting played and I can't slide wit ya
Side wit ya, probably leave one of the guys wit ya
But first I gotta come alive wit ya
I'm at the counter cashing checks
That's a lie let's be direct
We bout to play a game of fetch
I might throw somethin' to your cash app
So when you see me bring it back
You picture perfect when your ass out
I thought that I was on to something, but what's new
Shit is always interesting, til' I'm boning something
But, I'm an optimist of course
But when options out the door
You either follow them, or drown in the sorrow running it's course
Too many hearts that I done shattered
That jar is running over
Put that in the closet with my skeletons that go unnoticed
New Orleans for her C-day, the water for her G-day
I make her feel like destiny's child, when it's her B-day
Weekend she texting me that XO
Followed by explicit content, home invasion I run in
So many different routes that I could take to be proactive
But the pros out-way the cons, so I beat your back in
Now how did I get here
Oh yeah, too many hearts that I done shattered
But it's too much to fathom, so I put that on a platter
And serve it like time, and if we tryna blow
I think we found the right mine motherfucker

She fine, she bad
She serve that dick
And if you got some paper
Then she worth that shit
Say she fine, she bad
She serve that dick
And if you got some paper
Then she worth that, worth that

Lights off, a dim picture
Dove in for the record only to swim wit ya
Or maybe in ya, you know how it go my other tender
Meaning my roni, something like the app used for a boning
Use to call when you was lonely
But now it's just the moments
Had a vision for bigger scene, I guess
I couldn't condone it
But shit you still the homie
I seen you on the gram with the crew
You know i wanted bestie to
Guess you thought I was joning
I'm at peace with how in transpired
So please don't think that this a reach and say your hands tied
So you can't reach back
I guess my character died so I can't re-act
But you still tweet back
It's one am, and I'm seeking the nearest exit
Schedule was clear, but I forgot to clear the message, damn
The fuck we drinking, confessions
Cause you just spilling it all
I guess we're having a session
Now I'm stuck in my feelings
Yeah, that sucker for love shit
If we do it together, shit you know how the drugs get
It's three am I done fucked up
Bumping R. Kelly and Usher
The plot thickens, but it's tough love, what

Phone going off
I wonder who could
That's what I figured, not you
Probably block who
I guess You catching what I'm pitching, cause it got through
my obsession is a blessing, we a hot mess
You with lil' buddy and we meeting up a lot less
I couldn't be what you expected
Cause my heart with my one and only,
and you couldn't accept it
I guess a nigga selfish
I'm ashamed when I think about the shit I've done
Making everyone I fuck with feel like she the one
But that's life ain't it
And that's ya wife ain't it
Stuck in the cycle of fearing lack of suffice ain't he
What a poor excuse
But what is your excuse
I was taught it's even harder when she more cute
So I put my heart on my sleeve I'm just a poor fool
And so are, you prepare for take off, I guess we're going through