My City Love Me Like Mac Dre

Pushing Me Away So I Give Her Space, Awww. Dealing Wit A Heart That I Didn't Break.

They Say Real Girls Aint Never Perfect, Perfect Girls Aint Real.

I Don't Ever Be Trippin Off Of What Ain't Mine.

I'm Like A Waiter And You Something Like A Hater With Trays In Both Hands, Place An Order I Can Cater.

And This Is The Only Sound You Should Fear, Man These Kids Wear Crowns Over Here And Everything Is Alright