[Intro]

Fresh Boy Chilling

Oooh, she knows it

Fading love

Feat's high, feet high ooh

He thought, holding

[Verse 1]

I don't wanna leave the ground now

I don't wanna be the lover stuck in a rear date

I don't wanna be the fighting kart

No, this is a race of love

And I found you; nutter to the target

This a good taste

And I just wanna relish it

Taste in the morning feeding her faulty heart

Picking this cell while I make up two plates

One for you, one for me

Pick a day you can fail

You get a fate

[Outro]

I am, I am oh-oh oh-oh

I am, I am oh-oh

Am I a poor in love?

Humbled in love, her boat in love

Am I improv in love?

Do you see it?

Do you see it?

Do you see it?