Lyrics Don't Compare (feat. Umar) - Kiture

Whoooa...
I can't
Explain it
On top
But under it
If so I
I may just
Explode, I
I'm over it
But it's real
Hold on, I feel
I don't compare
Good things to this
But you
Just showed me
How to love
Outside of you
And I
Just showed me
What bad love can do
Hold on no, I never thought to see the wrong way
Even if it don't make no damn sense at all
Taking my life back until I feel I've gone straight
Even when I know that it's against the wall
And all this time
Let's slow it down
Let's demonstrate
One time for the one time
Shorty came for a fun time
I get to beating like it's Drumline
I start repeating as I unwind
Ain't no secret, I'm eating
Bitch I'm the leader of the lunch line
You get defeated if you touch mine, choked to death
Cutthroat, type of shit that make you hold your neck
Hold your breath, she dripping, got her ocean wet
I pose a threat to niggas cause they know I'm next
I like to style then ask em how they like me now?
Bitch wipe me down, and do it with a Nike towel
Where the checks at?
Been official, no asking me where the ref at
What's the issue my nigga?
Not the one you want to diss you my nigga
If you catch me throwing shots, guaranteed I'm gon hit you my nigga
After that, I'm getting back to the song
With your shorty in the crib getting out of her thong
Because I like that
Whoooa...