Facts

I got a couple things I could say to you
So many I could say
Till I reach the truth
Down bad, you see it in my eye
I can see your look
But let's flip the page
This an open book
We stronger than we thought
They don't think we this tough
You committed a crime love
Now we in cuffs
You took my heart
And wrapped it up in a box
With a little ribbon on it
Oouuu it's Christmas
I hit that ass with a combo attack
When I throw a bone
You let yourself throw it back
It's not about the money
I don't care about the stats
You look good as is
I lock you down, no retract
No regrets, no comebacks
I just want you to come back
Toss me the ball
I'll go running back
If I had to sell out for you
I'd throw more than a hundred racks
I'm rooted in the soil for you
And that's facts

You let me put this jewelry
On your neck (Neck)
I hold your hair
While you give me neck (Neck)
If money was a person
You'd be the perfect check
When I feel at my worst
You always bring out the best
The best amongst all the rest
Around you
I never wanna take a rest
I could go a few more rounds
This not normal sex
You make me smile
Whenever you send me a text
I'm always anticipating
What's gonna happen next
Dub in the blunt
Just to help release the stress

They say we too young to fall in love
But if this year's taught me anything
The boomers been said enough
I know there's more to us
I peep more with you than just lust
Affection, care, support, and trust
I wanna make things right
I wanna make things just
I don't need a ring to know
I'm held down like an anchor
If we was a song babe
This shit would be a banger
You cast a spell on me, Hermoine Granger
You the Cudi to my Mr. Rager
You don't need to say nothing
For me to know you're here
No matter how far
I always know you're near
When your face pops up
I don't have to fear
All of my problems
Just magically disappear
Tick Tock
The time is ticking
We winning this game
We made our decision
Always aiming for your heart
With perfect precision
Face down you didn't notice
The mess made you made on the linens

I got a couple things I could say to you
So many I could say
Till I reach the truth
Down bad, you see it in my eye
I can see your look
But let's flip the page
This an open book
We stronger than we thought
They don't think we this tough
You committed a crime love
Now we in cuffs
You took my heart
And wrapped it up in a box
With a little ribbon on it
Oouuu it's Christmas
I hit that ass with a combo attack
When I throw a bone
You let yourself throw it back
It's not about the money
I don't care about the stats
You look good as is
I lock you down, no retract
No regrets, no comebacks
I just want you to come back
Toss me the ball
I'll go running back
If I had to sell out for you
I'd throw more than a hundred racks
I'm rooted in the soil for you
And that's facts

Keeping my head up
Even when i'm moving in discreet
(In discreet)
Others would mind
But you don't seem to mind me
You don't feed me no lies
It's always gourmet when i'm hungry
After I lay you on your side
And hit it while my view is tilting
See your eyes decline
Harder than the Taj Mahal
Pussy getting demolished
Just like it did in 2016
When i'm out of it
I start experiencing withdrawals
Fall in love harder when i put it in
With no condom on
I'm a little unhinged
And you are too
That's why we on the fringe
But on the low we cool
You a broken door hinge
And i'm that clutch up tool
When you're sad I turn into a fool
Try to keep you up even when it seems
Like it couldn't be done
When I fuck up
Please don't tell me that we're done
I fucked up but it wasn't in the plans
When I woke up
Dad found out and told ya boy
To quit playing dumb and own up

I got a couple things I could say to you
So many I could say
Till I reach the truth
Down bad, you see it in my eye
I can see your look
But let's flip the page
This an open book
We stronger than we thought
They don't think we this tough
You committed a crime love
Now we in cuffs
You took my heart
And wrapped it up in a box
With a little ribbon on it
Oouuu it's Christmas
I hit that ass with a combo attack
When I throw a bone
You let yourself throw it back
It's not about the money
I don't care about the stats
You look good as is
I lock you down, no retract
No regrets, no comebacks
I just want you to come back
Toss me the ball
I'll go running back
If I had to sell out for you
I'd throw more than a hundred racks
I'm rooted in the soil for you
And that's facts