Westside Interlude, Pt. 1

YSL shades Waffle air Nikes Louie pouch
Matching the dress yea she my type
She talking all the things she knew
I would like seeing her for the first time would be this bright but
We walking down the back blocks
And the avenue picking at her brain seeing what into
She looking at me like what's the move she look at me
I look at her connection is natural but
Things sorta happen like this
When the heart is exhausted the mind is on a new vibe
Things sorta happen like this
When it hurts all you wanna do is cry yo yo
Don't be a shame Mami keep your head high
Just know your love is pure not paralyzed
Don't be ashamed keep doing yah thing
I see you getting rid of bullshit life brings



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Tucker
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