Roses

So I'm, 5'6, dark skin, paid with a degree
And I'm curious to see who God has made to handle me
Cuz it's been way too many misses trynna change my name to Mrs
And I know they down for me but that ain't where I wanna be
And I scream Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Finesse Vanillas, Killas, Caramel and Brownies
Scoop em up, play the part, and make them think they found me
Caught 'em at the jeweler telling bro they trynna drown me
Crown me
Cancel all their plans to be around me
Happy ever after, Whitney Bobby, settle down me
call me booger sugar, a drug he can't shake
All he think of, but sorry love you know u know I can't stay
Big tipper, trynna make me reconsider
But all the love inside me spoken for another nigga
The only man to take my hand and make my soul quiver
Hug on my hips, lie and say I'm getting thicker
Mood flipper, When I'm hungry he my snicker
And yeah you got a lot of paper boy but can't deliver
The kind of love sent from above that make my soul shiver
And make me feel I'm number one and not a gold digger

I said You
Complete me
Our love's like 90s R&B
First of all I'm nervous as hell
Told my girls wish me well
Cuz I know that I'm falling deep
Nobody
Got me the way that you got me
And I know that I'm drunk as hell
But I know you can tell
That I love you like 143

Left you a key to my heart so you could peek inside
figured that's where we should start since now our souls are tied
Ready to risk it all, on the run, shit like Bo' and Clyde
Even if you die I turn to suicide to stay alive
My approach might be intense but that's just all that I know
Never had a real example of the way it should go
Only fairytales and wishing wells and dreams that come true
But in reality my sanity is lost without you
You see, ain't enough tissues for my daddy issues
Just a couple dicks from the past saying they miss you
Swear they were a whole new nigga when they was with you
The set you up three months later just to diss you
And how the fuck am I supposed to take it all
How many blows to the head supposed to make me fall
Seems like they stole my chance to walk before a bitch could crawl
And now I'm boxed in Meek Milly's on trynna set it off

But I guess you, shit fuck
Complete me
Our love's like 90s R&B
First of all I'm...fuck shit