If I had it again you'd know I flaunt
I got to perfect these beats and get the right sound
But you're making love feel like a chore
Earlier, mind more sturdier
Sail the seas, acquire green
Oh I think her knees are sore
She's looking real fine in the night when she goes low
That's not me though, pass on her
Maybe take a pic to last longer
here for the sweet, relief, of life, when running out to sea