God damns you in the sweetest way With those six inch heels You're on so much fire The smoke drifts through the steering wheel Lit up like the strip Where we go on nightly field trips You know what's good for you but you don't care You're a ******* wild one and I know it You know how to get things done And you keep the place jumped up and lit up With those green, green eyes you light it up
You clearly got no worries Nothing really gets to you It's the way you grew up If you had let it get to you You would never have made it through
So I condone such mischief Keep doing you like you do it I ain't got no complaints Just make sure you stand before you sit Taking things too fast is never a good thing All you know is fast life Never back down from no fight now You're just the realest They're just the weakest It's the way it goes Nobody really knows Where you came from No, they never even ask Where you come from
Been listening to a lot of new r&b; lately. So this is the type of stuff that comes out of it.