Back n' forth

Back N’ Forth

Cups with no ice, keep me gone for the night
Way looking she at me,
I keep Thinking that I might
Backwoods going back and forth to the right, inhale the smoke then she look me in the eyes.
Ask me for a dance, shit how could I not oblige?
I ask where she from, she saying west of the Nile
Her parents from west Africa,
She in the D for now,
West side baby Talk shit, it make me smile
If she ever take me back, imma go and buy the moon
Nah I ain’t Bruce. But I’ll bring it in the room,
God almighty he gon have to get me soon,
Need an all white Benz,
With a big Hardbody
And my girl like my twin
Need to put her in an Audi,
Need a cherry red, wait hold on let me think about it
Need an Audi R8 with the full leather package black on the inside,
Rims it gotta match it

Coming down from the clouds,
Blue dream got me now
Oh wow,
I ain’t seen my old self in a while,
Blessing or a curse I couldn’t really tell you now,
The story still unfolding its gon have to stand trial,
Jury in my head and it’s always split down,
Straight down the middle,
Even when I’m out of town,
Winters in Atlanta should’ve copped a couple flights
Should’ve came from the D,
Had you flooding out in ice
And the work I’m on now
It’s gone fund a whole life
Actually, I take that back it’s gon cover a few lives
I am a playboy baby,
But I’m looking for a wife
From the D to LAX cause a Nigga need some sunlight
Back-and-forth,
Back-and-forth
The miles getting sky high,
I ain’t have a wood so I had to double Dutch it,
We on God time,
Baby girl make sure you clutch it,
Now we mile high,
Never catch us smoking out in public

I expose my soul for a reason,
Pray to man above I never commit treason,
Through each and every season
Can’t stop believing.

One of gods favorite sons, I aint the kid no more
You better respect me as the man, before the reaper come
You gon see me as the one before the time is up
I’m done kidding with you niggas, I’m really out of fun.

Can’t kick it with these women, unless she the one
Cause the rest will waste my time or they want something

I done wrote love letters to the wrong ones,
I done took too many trips out to each coast, heart on my sleeve, goddamn,
Fuck it got cold
Penned so many thoughts, man God only know.
You either in or you out, don’t be be waiting till we blow
Don’t be looking for me backstage, when it come to shows,
You gotta sit with yo shit, and the life you done chose,
Only time I circle back is when the Audi on the Road!