appetite from Berhane's Son by Mati

Shawty threw a wink and I closed my eyes
Nigga had to blink, I said one more time
Thought I had a dream you was on my mind
Let’s go get a drink, Ima hit yo line
I ain't tryna lie girl, you make me tired
I can’t do the math, let’s multiply
I ain't even trip when you cross that line
I ain't even eat, what’s yo appetite

Not far from the tree we got apple ties
Shorty do a trip fall
New phone who dis, she just changed her line
Thought I fell in love, I just changed my mind
Girl you know I treat you right
Get you fly just like a kite
Why you had to waste my time
I was tryna change yo life

They say the self love, that best love
Pourin' up my coffee
So I don’t mean mug, don’t mean much
Long hair pretty smile
It’ll make you catch a fever
Lil shorty she a diva, really think she a keeper
Turn her into a believer

How can I trip when they already fell
Sayin my name is like ringin' a bell
Searchin' for peace but i’m not in a cell
Niggas be dreamin' this ain't NFL
I got a stick but this ain't NHL
Why is u nervous, you lookin' so pale
Switchin' my women they can’t even tell
Walkin' on beats and I’m gone off the rail

Shawty threw a wink and I closed my eyes
Nigga had to blink, I said one more time
Thought I had a dream you was on my mind
Let’s go get a drink, Ima hit yo line
I ain't tryna lie girl, you make me tired
I can’t do the math, let’s multiply
I ain't even trip when you cross that line
I ain't even eat, what’s yo appetite

Runnin' my hands down her jeans while I’m touching her hair
This is the part that she say that she love me
She think Ima pay for her nails, yeah
I’m mixing the gas wit the Casa
You come wit yo friends, I can’t cover the smell
So many times I forgot I was him
I took cash out the bank and I bought you Chanel (himmy neutron)

I cannot lie, I gotta get it together
I'm doing the dirt in my sandals
I’m feelin' the pressure
She touchin' unbutton my flannel
I’m feelin' her mother, I’m thinking she diggin' my manners
Right after that, she said her daughter don’t even got standards
I'm clinkin' my glass cuz the life that we livin' is lavish
This family confusing, it’s starting to feel like Sopranos

I see a table that’s made
Wit no family there that’s respecting the space
I'm from the ghetto, it’s different
Them blessings come around, you always say grace
I'm tryna tell her she privileged
The ceilings so high, it’s double the place
I say you being too selfish, I'm being myself, I never complain

Shawty threw a wink and I closed my eyes
Nigga had to blink, I said one more time
Thought I had a dream you was on my mind
Let’s go get a drink, Ima hit yo line
I ain't tryna lie girl, you make me tired
I can’t do the math, let’s multiply
I ain't even trip when you cross that line
I ain't even eat, what’s yo appetite

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