LACY

Guilty feelings bout the gluttony
You quick to consume
Smells like bullshit in the air
Go get yo cheap perfume
Stacks on stacks in my mind
That I'm counting
Manifesting my destiny
Busting up in your girl
Yeah she horny

Trauma made me philosophical
I hate the cold, I'm tropical
The days feel like an obstacle
My hurt made me robotic

Oh, damn this shit kind of easy
Chick magnet
My looks made this shit easy peasy
What's happening

Such a pretty girl
Wanna be on my arm
If you let me be your man
We can build up a farm
In that country ass state Michigan
Where you from
It's actually a city, it just rhymes with the song

Baby, I'm not here to cop a feel
We can fall in love you know make this real
The beauty in your smile ignites the fires in me
You're the last thing I think about when I go to sleep

When I box, I kick the floor
Nigga I'm moving my feet
Could give a fuck about your category
Nigga I'm unique
I'm 15 next year I'm seventeen
I lived in Irv but I still don't know the streets