CREAM OF WHEAT

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

Sweet as apple oatmeal

Uh, I want a scoop

Lights hella low in this room while we spoon

Stir you up while I'm tasting your truths

Good for my body, you taste like a fruit

And you move your body like Jamaican your roots

Want a title? A label? That's cool

I'll book a table for two

It sucks when you trust someone to be your crutch and they end up disabling you

So I'ma show you what I'm able to do over time

I'm just letting God cut out the fabric

We all know her design is divine

I got ex's still pressing they line

I got DM requests on decline

I got dough to invest in yo grind and a soul to invest in your mind, but baby

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

Skin shea butter smooth, you feel like cream to me

Sweet as apple oatmeal, sweet as Cream of Wheat, yeah, yeah

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Skin shea butter smooth, you feel like cream to me

Sweet as apple oatmeal, sweet as Cream of Wheat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Natural wig, you can't get it wrong, ooh

And you look good wit' a fitted on too

Just got a check, I'ma spend it on you

Just 'cause ya ex thought he shitted on you

Yo shit, vice grip, never on loose

Yo clique, my clique, get along too

Hello?

If this was '02, I would waste every single chirp minute on you

Skin like Regina King, whoa

Stand about 5 foot 4, maybe 5'5

We do brunch, champagne with the toast

Little Papadeaux's but you're never scared to do Popeye's

And that's really why we locked eyes

I could see the truth in you, you ain't full of lost lies

Let you get on top of me, hips going clockwise

Top five, speaking of a clock, you could stop time on the real Price

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

Skin shea butter smooth, you feel like cream to me

Sweet as apple oatmeal, sweet as Cream of Wheat, yeah, yeah

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't think you know just what you mean to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Skin shea butter smooth, you feel like cream to me

Sweet as apple oatmeal, sweet as Cream of Wheat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sometimes I wish God took my bike

Or even my Xbox

He can take my Supreme hoodie, or even, even my basketball court

He just didn't have to take my dad