MA CHÈRIE
Trynna make her my new boo
But she prefer to dine at Tao
Kinda lost between her waist and kinda lost in like her smile
I been running for a minute
I been lost for like a while
Got a lot of pressure daily but I handle it with style
Cannot go out nowadays because I get too many stares
Bouncers let me cut the line and walk me right up to the stairs
Family news it makes the headlines
So they know all our affairs
Got too many secrets buried that I wish they wouldn't share
But I tell it all on songs
Cause all these masks it's hard wear
Find it hard to trust in women so I don't let them too near
Scrolled your IG yesterday it's hard for me to not just stare
Bought to book us both a flight and tell you you can meet there
Feeling like the Fresh Prince but I think she lives in Beverly Hills
Cannot show you to my friends yes I heard that jealousy kills
Send you a rack or two, Ma Cheri
You should go spend it on some heels
Yes I'm a man of many talents
Yes I'm a man of many skills
Bout to make us both a billi
Then Imma write you into the will
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches
Yea that's way too real
Had a thousand bitches
Not too sure how that will make you feel
Trynna be a family man, gotta take care of the family still
Yea
Yeah, Alright
Je suis désolé
Mais je ne peux rester
Ain't try be just good
I'm tryna be like great
I'm trynna be the Goat
I'm trynna be Like Nas
I'm trynna be like Hov
And take you to the stars
This life could be like ours
Champagne and drop top cars
And if they love to stare
I'll black out all the cars
But maybe get a glimpse
A smile and like a wink
I gotta let you shine
Wanna love you like I'm prince
Wanna love it you makes sense
Look at this time I've spent
Mama said I'll find a girl
But I never been convinced
When you in a broken home
And your parents they get split
Gotta deal with all the trauma
And the cycle it persists
Have to pay my father's sins
Man It just is what it is
But one day I'll have a son
Pray it don't pass on to his
Karmic guilt I gotta lift
Gotta elevate my soul
Got travel cross the globe
Come with me we going home
Come with me going home
Trynna put it down in words
Thought I'd write you like a poem
But she prefer to dine at Tao
Kinda lost between her waist and kinda lost in like her smile
I been running for a minute
I been lost for like a while
Got a lot of pressure daily but I handle it with style
Cannot go out nowadays because I get too many stares
Bouncers let me cut the line and walk me right up to the stairs
Family news it makes the headlines
So they know all our affairs
Got too many secrets buried that I wish they wouldn't share
But I tell it all on songs
Cause all these masks it's hard wear
Find it hard to trust in women so I don't let them too near
Scrolled your IG yesterday it's hard for me to not just stare
Bought to book us both a flight and tell you you can meet there
Feeling like the Fresh Prince but I think she lives in Beverly Hills
Cannot show you to my friends yes I heard that jealousy kills
Send you a rack or two, Ma Cheri
You should go spend it on some heels
Yes I'm a man of many talents
Yes I'm a man of many skills
Bout to make us both a billi
Then Imma write you into the will
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches
Yea that's way too real
Had a thousand bitches
Not too sure how that will make you feel
Trynna be a family man, gotta take care of the family still
Yea
Yeah, Alright
Je suis désolé
Mais je ne peux rester
Ain't try be just good
I'm tryna be like great
I'm trynna be the Goat
I'm trynna be Like Nas
I'm trynna be like Hov
And take you to the stars
This life could be like ours
Champagne and drop top cars
And if they love to stare
I'll black out all the cars
But maybe get a glimpse
A smile and like a wink
I gotta let you shine
Wanna love you like I'm prince
Wanna love it you makes sense
Look at this time I've spent
Mama said I'll find a girl
But I never been convinced
When you in a broken home
And your parents they get split
Gotta deal with all the trauma
And the cycle it persists
Have to pay my father's sins
Man It just is what it is
But one day I'll have a son
Pray it don't pass on to his
Karmic guilt I gotta lift
Gotta elevate my soul
Got travel cross the globe
Come with me we going home
Come with me going home
Trynna put it down in words
Thought I'd write you like a poem
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Nderitu
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