Lyrics Words of Advice - Azidre

I be getting too close on a Saturday night
Is it her is it me, tell me what's mix in the cup
Is it you? Is it we, is my drink that's spiked up
I be getting too close on a Saturday night
Is it her is it me, tell me what's mix in the cup
Is it you? Is it we, is my drink that's spiked up
Blessings on her face like she's sun-kissed
He lacking judgement like he thinks he runs this
She be lying on face hiding knowing she's got this
Drinking from the bottle the truths lyrically bottled in
Yeah
Impartial minds moral policing while the
The truth being hidden
Within the lines
They witness crime
Compared to a lyrical mastermind
Who testified and still didn't do his time

I be getting too close on a Saturday night
Is it her is it me, tell me what's mix in the cup
Is it you? Is it we, is my drink that's spiked up
I be getting too close on a Saturday night
Is it her is it me, tell me what's mix in the cup
Is it you? Is it we, is my drink that's spiked up

Sipping from the Chalice of the holy lord
I'd be getting 2 calls from my X-rated futile dolls
Worst comes to worse I still bless with her baptismal flaws
Cuz I be killing em, maybe even sinnin in
Like I'm winning em
Her feminines got me Trippin in
Beauty with thy beholder
That shit got out lookin in, I'm just telling him,
Is it even you?
Why'd you want to be that, something you not
Cuz your flaws of perfection I can't even jot

I be getting too close on a Saturday night
Is it her is it me, tell me what's mix in the cup
Is it you? Is it we, is my drink that's spiked up
I be getting too close on a Saturday night
Is it her is it me, tell me what's mix in the cup
Is it you? Is it we, is my drink that's spiked up

Captured or caught, the whole world looking at you like tiny dot
Poisoned by your mindset you got me on my final thoughts
Nor a preacher or a believer, just a minute observer
Observations like a teacher on a master producer
You been screeching to reach her like old friends now
You ditch her, word of advise I can get you richer
Only if you listen, you don't even need to please her
Just like a thriller give her only teasers
While you upshifting gears racing like a speedster
Not one g bone in my body to be a gangster,
Dealt your hands, I aced my card Out of the deck
For a fact, I'm not above or equal to anybody else
To these young kids, I'm 22 life's unsettled But blessed
The worlds looking Lucrative on a colourful spectrum
For the people who been recently shady new
Like the snakes in the grass, they hide and spew
Venom toxic as hell