Sports & Tattoos (feat. FRANK ZING)

Imagine, she walked up to me and asked my friend's name (Cute)

A cheeky lil' B with a French taste

Said, "I ain't buying you a drink, girl, my rent's late"

She said, "Fuck you" in 'bout ten ways (Damn)

She pointed out the stain in my T-shirt

I pointed out the rip in her tights

Said she looking like she about to leave church

Same time demon mode for the night (Fuck)

Her mom don't like me but her dad do

I can waffle 'bout sports and tattoos

(Your mother) She was twenty-one when she had you

(My brother) I'm twenty-two and I'm still sharing a bedroom

She lookin' like she straight from the '70s

Brown jeans hugging on her lil' waist

Something written on her face she ain't telling me

I think that she want to be more than mates

Thought that spring would bring another bloom

Maybe it's not time but

Think we're right to never make the move

Still I kick myself for what I'm missing

She bumping Silk Sonic in a silk dress

Don't know how my drink ain't spilt yet

Said, "I got 'bout six grams tucked into my pants

And I'ma burn 'em all 'cause life got me real stressed"

I been back on the road for 'bout a week now

And I've been kind of a ho, I need Jesus

You think I give a motherfuck about a dress code?

I got her blushing and I barely look decent

(Look) I'm illiterate, my bro sexts for me

If you felt a vibe, that was Greg, lil' shorty

He's left her on seen for 'bout seventeen days now

She wouldn't leave him alone, so she got another forty

It couldn't be me driving her crazy

I'm legally blind, girl, you know that I'm innocent

Even in her dreams, she an outcast

'Cause she don't give a fuck about fitting in

Thought that spring would bring another bloom

Maybe it's not time but

Think we're right to never make the move

Still I kick myself for what I'm missing

Thought that spring would bring another bloom

Then I see her rockin'

Brown and beige but I'm still feelin' blue

And I kick myself for what I'm missing