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