Dear Ms. Rose

Baby, I could rule the world, with a girl like you, on my own

Baby, I could rule the world, with a girl like you, on my own

Oh, baby, I could rule the world, with a girl like you, on my own

High up, I was chillin' in class, when I seen her walk past, with a milk holding bag

She was hella swaggy, hella fricken swag, I was staring at her, but she couldn't tell the tag

Yeah, I was rocking some Gucci, I still had the tags on, and she was acting too bougie

Try to stare at her, and I see if she noticed me, but she didn't even look man, she was going

Talking to like 20 dudes a day, everything I would say, she would play

She would look to other guys, other way, when I try to talk, she looked the other way

Yeah, she was tryna play hard, tryna do stuff, but I knew I wasn't smart