L’Eggo MY EGO

[Intro: Rook Monroe]
Why can't my-

[Verse 1: Rook Monroe]
This, angles startna look obtuse
Did I hear someone call a truce?
Why we playin’ these games, shawty
Is that ego? Could it be?
I don’t know, I don't know
This, picture lookin’ incomplete
Whenever you and I compete in these childish games, shawty
Is it our, ego?

[Chorus: Rook Monroe]
Do you see a god?
Do you see a lost cause?
Ridin’ for my bitches and my brothas, no pause
She not a hoe, she hoe adjacent
Some red flags are not for bangin'
Sleepin’ in my bed with the tv turned on
I just hit the gas boo, half a tank gone, high
I'll be goin’ places on my last reincarnation

[Post-Chorus]
Skin smooth like butter, yeah
Make me a father, yeah
Shit smooth like butter, yeah
Touch lips like butter, yeah

[Bridge: Rook Monroe]
And that new PlayStation, yeah
Puts hits on brothas, yeah
XP like water, yeah
HP from water, yeah-mm
(He stepping me)

[Verse 2: Rook Monroe]
In bum fuck sittin’ sideways
Been driftin’ off, it’s my thang
Baby, baby, yuh
Hours on these sine waves
Should I, touch grass and have folks wave to me? Maybe?
Is your favorite color still your favorite now that we're older?
Hate small talk when I'm close to getting closure, in this Honda
Would you boo me off of the Apollo or would you put me on?
Can’t get wrapped up in yo sheets, baby
While you stealin’ all my tees, baby
That shaka from the flea market
Now it's fucked up from that bleached comet, damn

[Outro: Rook Monroe]
Is it our, ego?