Velma

Reading the signs like I’m a deaf man

I write so open I’m less than

Fame or fortune, my presents

Why this stress feel like Christmas?

Why my mom just not get it?

I dropped out to land in this

My girl tell me she can’t ever read me

Tell her that I love her

Then I pray she believe me

Jumping off a balcony

Landing on one hundred G’s

Took ‘bout twelve shots like I ball overseas

Ayo

I ain’t even notice y’all noticed me

Crying at the afterparty listening to Jodeci

Is it too much to want too much?

Am I too gone to just show up?

This ain’t pain cause it’s closure

Call my phone and come over

Velma on the line

Velma on the line

Tell me how you feel What’s been on ya mind?

Tell me where you been If you got the time

Meet me in ya prime Meet me in ya prime

(X2)

Pitter patter

The faucet dripping on all the matter

Climbing up the ladder

I’m hell raising like old grapes

My bitch badder than my old habits

For Pete’s sake

I’m breaking down like a gallbladder

Listen up

Piss me off

Get the fisticuffs

Sitting up like I know the fame’s coming when it’s really not

Notorious as the diddy bop

Want the type respect that got that **** Biggie shot

Rest up

Still waiting like good patience

Here playing checkers on the floor wit Freemasons

Really I’m free wasting

Everything I ever saved, fuck

Just turned 22, but I’ll never grow up

Head keep spinning like merry goes

So so it goes

Every time I fail, it’s Grade A

I’m on a roll

Tell me why I’m feeling closer to distance

Hard to call a man

That’s out of minutes

Velma on the line

Velma on the line

Tell me how you feel

What’s been on ya mind?

Tell me where you been If you got the time

Meet me in ya prime

Meet me in ya prime

(X2)