Propane

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I got obsessions with otherworldly possessions
I don't mean to sound possessive but baby I want your soul
That dress you flex in is definitely a blessing
But it really don't impress me as much as it does my bro

I guess I'm cut from a cloth
That's kind of rare in fact
The kind you think you've seen before
But different this that parent trap
Elevate you daily like the stairs or like a ladder
Ask them all if they can't see you
What the fuck is they staring at?
What the fuck is transparent about
A bunch of squares in a circle that be sharing the clout?
They don't compare so don't doubt
No doubt
They couldn't hold a candle to you
Don't trip, take trips
They couldn't hold the water to you
Just drip, don't drown
Even when the bullshit steady popping up just stay down
Yeah you got to stay down
Just make sure you hold ya hand out for me on the way down
And when you get down to the bottom know I'm on the way down
You put yo problems on my shoulders just so you ain't weighed down
You take the problems off my shoulders, help me put the weight down
I'm always on the way now, looking for a way out
I'm tryna do it right now, ain't got the time to wait now, not when

I got obsessions with otherworldly possessions
I don't mean to sound possessive but baby I want your soul
(Baby I want your soul)
That dress you flex in is definitely a blessing
But it really don't impress me as much as it does my nah
It got me thinking about yo fantastic features
If I'm speaking true I don't want your pieces, I want yo whole thang
I'm not a liar, I said I would take you higher
Trying to light a fire, they had you hot
I want you propane

I want the real you, whoever you wanna be
Mixed up with Hennessy or hella tree whatever your vice
Feed me your secrets, the table set and it's decent
Just me you and our demons, just eating
Through all the cares in your life
My poker face is a joke
I wear my heart on my sleeve, and it shows
So here we go, I hope I'm wearing it right
Feed me your secrets, the table set and it's decent
Just me you and our demons just feasting,
It's always better at night
I know it haunts you
To know I crave you, I don't want you
Yeah you need me I'm your comfort
You're my rock and I'm your concert
That mean the stage is set
You wrote the book but all these pages left
And I'm the same so yes

I got obsessions with otherworldly possessions
I don't mean to sound possessive but baby I want your soul
(Baby I want, baby I want your soul)
That dress you flex in is definitely a blessing
But it really don't impress me as much as it does my bro
I want your spirit, the obstacles that I'm clearing to get it
Lord as my witness I meant it, when I said you smoking
I'm not a liar, I said I would take you higher
Trying to light a fire, I know you hot
I want you propane

I want the real you, whoever you wanna be
Mixed up with Hennessy or hella tree, whatever your vice
Feed me your secrets, the table set and it's decent
Just me, you, and our demons just feasting,
It's always better at night

(Phew)