Yeah, yeah

Trust me when I say she's the coldest

Type of one you need in the winter time

New Stone!

She said she's into spoken word

Well I'm a poet baby, I just wrote a verse

She told me Stone man, you’re overworked

You're the coldest and the joke is

that they know you're first

They throwing clothes at me baby, I don't oversplurge

God don't give you nothing that you don't desеrve

The hoes madе it hard to trust a bird

I was once poppin' and she love it so she off and skirt

Don't lose your head baby hold your nerve

Couple women done me dirty man you musta heard

Tough losses at the office had the love reserved

When you make it through the

roughest there was nothing worse

I did the dirt I never hid the dirt

Dirty laundry in the open I'm an introvert

Straight switches with the finger work

Now we play your Mr. and the Mrs

It was his and hers

I did the work I never missed the work

I was trying to push it forward never in reverse

She hit me up I never hit her first

It was hit and miss until I kissed the bird

Pissed, wishing that the fling occurred

I was dismissive, I was with it when the bliss emerged

Now you're grinning with a different smirk

Said she feel it in her brain like there's been a surge

Tunnel vision 'till the vision blurred

Guess I was just a joke or that she didn't curve

With pretty women, I'm the biggest flirt

I wasn't looking for a missus but I've been reserved

Just a couple minutes for the winning serve

I was sticking with it till the bridges burned

I did the work, I never missed the work

Just to have a chill in my linen shirt