“You gotta a nigga sprung,
whenever I’m holding your hand and
Making eye contact I feel like the damn man
Cause even though I am and get round of applauses
I’m insecure and start to think that I do not stand chance
But, moments, wish that I can own it or lease it, or clone it
Cause holding your fingertips is golden.
I fucking love you, now treat my palms like a bowling ball and
Grip and keep holding on girl
You got a nigga…Wait
Don’t think this is going to work
Things got complicated and a couple feelings got hurt
I haven’t talked to you in a couple of days,
I got too comfortable
And started to think that we was really a couple
But hey, at least there was time spent.
But by the time you hear this you won’t know what these rhymes meant
But when you realize, its awkward, your name still my password
So I’m always fucking reminded