Boyz 2 Men

[Intro: Butch Dawson & Boyz II Men]

Darlin', I, I can't explain

Where did we lose our way

Girl it's drivin' me insane

And I know I just need one more chance

To prove my love to you

And if you come back to me

I'll guarantee that I'll never let you go

Can we go back to the days our love was strong?

Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?

Can somebody tell me how to get things back the way they use to be?

Oh God give me a reason

I'm down on bended knee

Uh, nah

Uh, can't hear myself, uh, but it's cool

Uh, Butchy, woah, check

I don't need to know, I'ma just go at it

I'ma just go at a motherfucker

I'll go at a motherfucker, motherfuckers I'll go at

It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Butchy

[Verse 1: Butch Dawson]

Okay, what up? Okay, what up?

On my shit, put my foot up

Work that wrist, watch me cook up

Where's your bitch? Damn, I took her

Okay, what up? Okay, what up?

Don't just run up, gotta put the gun up

Okay, what up? Grind 'til the sun up

All-black Hummer, smokin' on stunna

Too stone cold get froze by frigidaire

K visionaries got fled from the gutter

All black timbs and potato, bread butter

Stompin' your click, I do shit that you couldn't

Okay, what up? It's no other

Still with the gang, but I'm solo, brother

Funny how black is considered as colored

Okay, what up? Okay, what up?

Butchy, baby, don't lose yourself

You would do you if you knew yourself

Butcher doing niggas like the man

Still catchin' heat like a tan

Okay, what up? What's the plan?

We mobbin', we robbin', we raging, damn

I aim at you scholars, my shit won't jam

Then hand with my partners, yeah, that's the fam

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA]

In this motherfucker

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]

Ayy, Moonwalk on a nigga face

Slap your man, then I catch the eighth

Two chains on my side piece

I know real shottas, they don't fuck with Drake

Tellin' on me 'cause I'm keepin' pace

Sus boys always take the bait

Sissy niggas got no hope

Hittin' high notes when they catch a case

Damn boy, how much bread you made?

Veteran but you never paid

Trinidadian or Dominican

I'm protected when I'm going out of state

Double up, bitch, I guess I'm Ace

Real ass, but the hair fake

Once again, I'm in another state

With another gun in your nigga face

Call me Mikey Dread, sippin' suda fed

Whoop a nigga like case then

Talkin' to the feds, hit him with the lead

Take his picture like a license

This expensive shit, a different kind of lick

My trigger finger itching, right hand

Fuck a scraper boy like him

I'm spinnin' on him like bison

[Outro: Freaky]

I'm no Bounty, paper towel, ayy, ow

Spit dribbling on myself

Sight of me make you say

Boy, you needs to make you say

Boy, look at yourself

I don't know a god dang thing about mental health