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