Pinky Promise
Yo yo yo, we just gotta lay it down one time
This that smooth jam from Har-mony
With a guest appearance from Pragmatic
The woman that I need
May not be the woman that I yearn
A body is merely a temple protecting what the spirit has learned
I only pray my discernment is as earnest as my intentions
For take a step further from what's familiar, and taking a step closer to you
I told shawty I would never leave her lonely, got her back
Pinky promise if I leave you know I'm gonna holla back
We spent all our time imagining where we might end up at
Hit the coast up down the road
Change up our scenario
Far to fly for just the flora come back hitting aerials
Hit that east side by the day
West side where I'm napping
Hair long did no capping
Youngin call em Cap'n
Crunch on this I'm rapping
Wrapping up the segments
On the multiple shows
And now you see wa'mean
I just went off the road
I tit for tat with the toes
I taste your temporal lobe
I tend to tint the temperature so I can tip a lil closer
I'm itching to hold ya
You woke me up to reality don't need no Foldgers
For you I'm single file, nah don't need no folders
I know it's been a while
Smile, let me indulge ya
Then I pinky promise
That I'll keep it honest
Even if my heart is black as onyx
This that smooth jam from Har-mony
With a guest appearance from Pragmatic
The woman that I need
May not be the woman that I yearn
A body is merely a temple protecting what the spirit has learned
I only pray my discernment is as earnest as my intentions
For take a step further from what's familiar, and taking a step closer to you
I told shawty I would never leave her lonely, got her back
Pinky promise if I leave you know I'm gonna holla back
We spent all our time imagining where we might end up at
Hit the coast up down the road
Change up our scenario
Far to fly for just the flora come back hitting aerials
Hit that east side by the day
West side where I'm napping
Hair long did no capping
Youngin call em Cap'n
Crunch on this I'm rapping
Wrapping up the segments
On the multiple shows
And now you see wa'mean
I just went off the road
I tit for tat with the toes
I taste your temporal lobe
I tend to tint the temperature so I can tip a lil closer
I'm itching to hold ya
You woke me up to reality don't need no Foldgers
For you I'm single file, nah don't need no folders
I know it's been a while
Smile, let me indulge ya
Then I pinky promise
That I'll keep it honest
Even if my heart is black as onyx
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Writer(s): Victor-alan Weeks
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