Nothing to Something

Kiss on me, yeah, but I don't really want nothing And I be thinking about something But I can't tell your ass nothing You kind of know I be puffin' Want to turn nothing to something, babe And when I think about you, I think I go for the try And when you think about me, you really just turn me off Boy, you need to go ahead and turn nothing to something, babe 'Cause, baby, it ain't nothing Turn us into something 'Cause, baby, it ain't nothing Turn us into something Something, something better Something better I'm just trying to turn us nothing to something Yeah, look, let's now turn this penny what I hold into a diamond I'ma try and play my favorite song again without rewinding Now, can you teach me how to make a watch with my bad timing? Is it possible that I can get your loving on consignment? Okay, I'm ready now, so can I hurt your walker? Can I run it back? You're hard to reach like when I feel that itch I put my upper back, I dry through, 'cause you're super bad And I make loving that, I rub your back Plus I sling that wood like a lumberjack Let's do us, 'cause I hate it when you chug that dusa With your Houston ass, girl, of course you love me, I'ma screw up But I'm that same nigga that you prayed for Bruno Marcus Black, baby, I'll catch a grenade for you, hold on 'Cause, baby, it ain't nothing So turn us into something 'Cause, baby, it ain't nothing So turn us into something Something, something better Something better I'm just trying to turn us nothing to something, yeah