Lady Nectarine

I'm the worse kinda, kinda thing
I'm alert, I'm a light, I'm alone
I was birth loud as fuck in the church kinda, kinda thing
Jesus Christ, I'm alive, I'm at large
I'm at risk, I'm a moving target kinda, kinda king
Tippy-toes tall, lily n the valley
In the moonlight searching for the peaks
You gon' pile them up seven in the ally
And we out here gunning, searching for the weaks
Throw a couple C's by the creek, damn
Rolling up a couple trees by the creek
Oh, I think 'em C's about to leak
Apathy running rampant like the plague through the streets
Who would think that I would be questioning if I should own a piece?
Caught a flat, well a nigga headed to the bank at least
I think they got me too, man, a nigga scared to speak
Home is temporary and the soul is everything (I just wanna)

I just wanna take a break from southside up to my own means
Don't know how to appreciate what you have placed if you miss me
See I ain't really came up salivating of chasing finer things
But I'm trying to make my way 'cause pay to pay just ain't the scene

I seen fruit flies flying overhead
The shit was sweet like a honeysuckle
Drip, drip, dripping down my leg
I know you caught it
Baby, you the one, the equation has been done
I saw down the plane fly back from my tour out in France
No longer a question if I'm feeling you (yeah)
My hands on your chest, my fingers peeling the
Orange slices, my type is your likeness
I'm Isis you're my Osiris
Hardly ever share a climate
What's a time zone when you draw your own horizon?
You wanna see some crazy shit? Come dive into my psyche
You know I'm kinda cute, I drop bombs like atomic in Nagasaki
My intellect find equivalent
Plus the sex can make a honest women start repentin' it, shit (damn)
Never finish, yeah, like a spoiled brat
I'm replenished, yet I wanna another sip
Like a cast, I don't want another grip
Yeah, a cast I don't want another grip, mh (yeah)

I'm down, you down
Let's bounce, it's whatever (ohh)
I been hella patient (baby)
So tell me, baby (baby)
What's it gonna be? (Feather, feather)
I'm high, you high
Thank God for the feathers
Said you tired of waiting, baby
Let me taste you, baby
Lady nectarine (nectarine)

And I ain't scared to admit
You make my thoughts think twice and forget
Soundbites like what Tyson would spit
Ricocheted threw my mind but the vibe from my grip
I'm usually aloof, loafing
No doubt smoking windows to my soul are broken
Self-destructive but no explosion
Macaulay Culkin but my Hulk is Hogan
You don't like me when I'm angry
And you don't like to see me creeping
And I don't like to see you weepin'
But I sees what sees 'cause I bes what I bes
But I A for the D's and I O for the P's and Q's
You won't believe what a dream can do
Put a fiend in leisure suit, try to cling to truth
Pretty fucking hard thing to do when the truth don't agree with you
All I know, all I know all I known
Is the bittersweet goodbyes and field berry lows
Hey, let me take a sip of your soul
Let me wet my whistle, I've been traveling for miles
Be my little gypsy if you're down
Maybe have me dripping out your mouth
Maybe have me lifting up your blouse
Maybe make a baby name him Pronto
And have him eating grits at my mom and 'em house, it's whatever

I'm down, you down
Let's bounce, it's whatever (it's whatever, babe)
I been hella patient (baby)
So tell me, baby (baby)
What's it gonna be? Mmh (be)

I'm down, you down
Let's bounce, it's whatever
I been hella patient (baby)
So tell me, baby (baby)
What's it gonna be? (Feather, yeah, feather)
I'm high, you high
Thank God for the feathers
Said you tired of waiting, baby
Let me taste you, baby
Lady nectarine (nectarine)