Curry

Girl it's been a few months, I ain't seen you in so long
I love your new walk, and I love that new accent
You could say what you want, girl I'm in love with your wordplay
In love with your worst days, girl let me be your first aid
You could, stay for however long,
I just, made a new playlist and you could be the first one to hear it
Met you back in high school you was cold as fuck, wait
Couple years go by and you know that you still a crush, aye
I would ride for you, how is that even a question?

Curry, we cooking like Curry
I just might hang up my jersey
I just might hang up my jersey
That's my Ayesha
I just might hang up my jersey, yea
I just might hang up my jersey
I just might hang up my jersey
I just might hang up my jersey
I just might hang up my jersey, yea
I just might hang up my jersey
I just might hang up my jersey
I just might

I used to creep through the night
For you I'd switch up my life
This ain't no Thriller but Baby be Mine
No MJ I hope you remember them times, when we used to ride
And you was so mad, that you would just look out the passenger side
Like, like you ain't never seen outside
Even told you that I could see us in the future
But you ain't pay that no mind
Crazy, can we go ball on em'?
I just wanna ball on em'?
can we go ball on em'?
I just wanna ball on em'?

I just might hang up my jersey
I just might, yea
I just might hang up my jersey
I just might, yea



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Writer(s): Pryce Watkins
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