Memories

We kissed so much that my lips were dry, it was hot like a Mickey D's French fry

Talk to my pop memories made me cry, if you got a main course you don't need a side

Niggas scared to pass the phone what you got to hide? tell the truth to your girl and don't ever lie

Just turned twenty two fresh like a baked pie, everybody target me I ask the lord why

He give me tough battles gladly I want deny, she don't talk a lot that's how like em real shy

Like a shoe lace I'm tryna keep her real tied, hair cute and long natural she don't have to dye

Life hittin' hard so I always sigh, tried to hit from the back the ass thick and wide

I'm clean like clothes when it's washed wit laundry tide, hop in the back seat that girl can really ride

I'll never leave imma be right beside, I'm tryna swim in your ocean girl let me dive

I'm open like a receiver when he is hit in stride, I'm just different so it take me time just to comply