Papaya

I wanted you while you were with your guy But that beside the point The fruits of the labor, papaya One day we'll split the pie up and maybe enjoy it Your brown skin turns blue under the moon You know I don't smoke, but you'd fire the joint I just wanna chill with you, I ain't got shit to do I was hopin' you'd join Money, that don't mean nothing Money, that don't mean nothing I say that just my baby, babe, one o'clock go take Flava Flav Back when they offered me paid it played Like look at this long way we came Some of the greatest turn J and Dame And they split when the seasons change But I know it won't be that way if ever I see the day You by my side like a oedipal, I see you in my peripheral Heartbeat, I don't need no stethoscope I'm tellin' you shit I ain't never told no one I know you know me very well, in love you barely fell Before most times I'm fairly sure we'll end up in a fairytale Tutorial, you show me how How can I not be with you? Slide in the a.m., kick it Pinch me, I must be dreaming still if we gon' chill I've been in that corner, I'm spinnin' that wheel You gon' come out when I text you I'm here Your boyfriend mad now you're ill with the pill I wanted you while you were with your guy But that beside the point The fruits of the labor, papaya One day we'll split the pie up and maybe enjoy it Your brown skin turns blue under the moon You know I don't smoke, but you'd fire the joint I just wanna chill with you, I ain't got shit to do I was hopin' you'd join Money, that don't mean nothing Money, that don't mean nothing Hey, better hope she don't cat like Garfield when you get this invite Love like gettin' hit with a semi Don't judge too much with the pimp right 'Less you're by my side, this just ain't right Had a few rows off of the insight, know you doze off after the midnight I stayed up tryin' to wait for the rip like You went to bed, you ain't even say goodnight But then my baby like umbilical, young, dumb, and broke Hey, say, then my baby like I'm a claim like it Marvin show 'Cause then my baby like on my way tonight, maybe stay the night I wanted you while you were with your guy But that beside the point The fruits of the labor, papaya One day we'll split the pie up and maybe enjoy it Your brown skin turns blue under the moon You know I don't smoke, but you'd fire the joint I just wanna chill with you, I ain't got shit to do I was hopin' you'd join Money, that don't mean nothing Money, that don't mean nothing