LYRICS:

VERSE1
She asked me what I want to.
Do when I get on to.
Real life, made me feel like, can't you see what I been up to.
All these girls give it talk like they got that loving.
But when I vent my mind it's like you don't hear nothing.
But it don't bother me.
I know what I need.
A girl who's mind is as deep as her pussy at least.
All my g's talk bout weave, I don't mind it at all.
Girl as long as you know your pretty with or with out your cool.
This that real talk.
If your real or.
Less than real your bound to feel cor.
You know that a facts a fact.
So I met this girl when tryna catch.
One train, going back to uni on sunday.
I had to talk cos she baaaaad.
She turn around and she faaaaat.
But fucking wrong in her attitude.
She shouting at me I had it with you.
Black boys just want sexing.
Leave after they get in.
Never learn the lesson.
I hope you catch infection.
For all the girls u wrecking, cos you lie bout your intention.
Wait hold up can I stop you right there quickly I'm.
Not going to tell you, you meet the wrong the guys.
Or tell you that I'm different cos that would be spinning lies.
I can tell you've had enough just by looking in your eyes.

CHORUS:
But I noticed that your wall is up.
And it's too high to climb.
And I might just fall in dust.
From trying to fly the height.
Won't tell you to saw it up.
But if somebody tries.
Can you just lower it a likl baby.
Lower it a likl baby.

VERSE2:
Couple thousand followers on instagram and twitter.
Always get a Retweet from a pussy hungry nigga.
You noticed when you only put your face up in a picture.
That the likes and the comments don't come in as swifter.
You mess around with filters.
You're going through a siv ya.
Taking out your real beauty to please a lusting pig I.
Know what's on your mind, you saying that aint you.
But would you feel fine if they focused on you.
I mean you with out the filters and the fifty shades of cake.
I think make up aint wrong, but it aint right to say.
You think you can perfect what your creator made.
As I write this I'm thinking bout one girl who's name.
I won't mention but let's say that her name is jade.
I love jade.
Jade is cool, we went school, jade had braids.
Braids aint cool, so they say, so she had them exchanged.
For a weave that's brazzi.
And cleave in her avi.
Now she gets attention and she thought that she'd be happy.
But all the boys attracted.
Turn the conversation bad when.
They come all up in her DM only talking all about her rack and.
What they'd do to her hair.
She complains in my ear.
And I tell my dear.