Tania’s Song

[Verse 1]
You're so sensitive when you're sexually frustrated
For the last time I'm in the studio be patient
I'm coming home to you I'm just asking you to be naked
And that crazy shit only cool when it's in moderation
But the head good, I feel good, amazing
Smoke weed then we have good conversation
Our generation on the internet communicating
Until we're in a space where it's face to face hesitating
And all the while I'm in my mind speculating
Are you down to fuck or are you down to having me waiting
I put it on the line every time that I'm dating
There's a time for love and that time right now is time wasted yeah
Face it that's time wasted yeah
Chasing what I'm chasing make love tainted so complacent yeah
Picture perfect
Portrait but don't frame it yeah
I'm gon' need more time and you gon' need more patience yeah, uh

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
We ain't really trying to fall in love or nothing
No, we ain't looking for the right one
Spending every night with different lovers
But none of them fit the puzzle
We ain't really trying to fall in love or nothing
No, we ain't looking for the right one
Spending every night with different lovers
But none of them fit the puzzle

[Verse 2]
Okay so now I'm on this rapping shit
Sitting on the crapper every time a nigga rap and shit
Know a nigga have to shit
On these other rappers
They toilet bowl I'm talented
Penny for your thoughts you Dollarama amateurs
Titties signed cause she's titillated
That's what the talent did
You tattle telling cause you talentless
I'm top dog, on top of that she top me off and
I'm tapped out cause she top me often, uh
Tailor made coffins for my competition
I kill'um softly, silencers on top of pistols
On top of pillows pussy nigga stop your jello
You're lost and jealous that L-A shit no Los Angeles
But wassup in this bitch, man up in this bitch
Bet I'm up in your bitch
Thanks for giving her nigga I'm stuffing your bitch
Bagging bitches like the donuts by the dozen and shit
I remember when we wasn't even buzzing and shit
But I was hot before they knew preheated oven my shit
Women were my homies now they fucking and shit
But thinking back I can't remember when I wasn't the shit, Maui

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
We ain't really trying to fall in love or nothing
No, we ain't looking for the right one
Spending every night with different lovers
But none of them fit the puzzle
We ain't really trying to fall in love or nothing
No, we ain't looking for the right one
Spending every night with different lovers
But none of them fit the puzzle