A Y2K LOVE

Apple of my eye, in them apple bottom jeans
Boots with the fur, Y2K on your seams
Puffin' my chest tryna act for the scene
'Cause I'm tryna get Low, eat everything in between

Tryna Get Low, be my Yin Yang Twin?
Twin flame, insane, you Shakira with 'em hips?
Said you curate, put me on to your mix, then
If you free for the weekend, for you I'd nix plans
Please don't let me down, feeling like a Knicks fan
If you ghost me, we still meeting through my Sixth Sense
I'm just playin', no but really
When you're with me, no such thing as 50-50
I ain't tripping over digits like Many Men
Girl, I know it take safe hands to handle all of that
Since you mentioned it was lames you used to mess with
I'll paint a perfect picture, just supply me our canvas
How bout a good time? Sometime around 5?
Where you reside? Oh, it's just a short drive?
I guess that's perfect then, slide your digits in
You craving Thai? Well, I've always been diligent
I got a simple plan, you ain't gotta lift a nail
You show up blindfolded, and I'll prolly learn to read in Braille
Take ya time to unwind, before the night
This ain't a sitcom, but imma show you what my life's like

Ayy, imma show you what my life's like
Ayy, imma show you what my life's like
Ayy, imma show you what my life's like
Anything for the, for the

Apple of my eye, in them apple bottom jeans
Boots with the fur, Y2K on your seams
Puffin' my chest tryna act for the scene
'Cause I'm tryna get Low, eat everything in between
Apple of my eye, in them apple bottom jeans
Boots with the fur, Y2K on your seams
Puffin' my chest tryna act for the scene
'Cause I'm tryna get Low, eat everything in between



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