Mystery Lady (feat. Don Toliver) [ChopNotSlop Remix]

Thinkin' I could make this many songs 'bout a lady When I haven't met her But she on me heavy, on my cerebellum If I say I love her, am I wrong? Am I crazy? Am I over zealous? But I know the feelin', and I'm never wrong Swear that I've been gifted with a song and a medley It's intoxicatin', it weigh on you heavy like the alcohol We can do like anythin' you want, I'm amazin' Letter to my lady I just wanna please ya, check my catalogue In this life I come across fans and hoes And I like to give my fans a rose Curse of the talented everywhere I go They wanna change clothes and pose But my wife be in my dreams, bruh No, I couldn't see her I saw her silhouette I know I can make her wet But when I wake up alone I just break out my phone Thinkin' I could make this many songs 'bout a lady When I haven't met her But she on me heavy, on my cerebellum If I say I love her, am I wrong? Am I crazy? Am I over zealous? But I know the feelin', and I'm never wrong Swear that I've been gifted with a song and a medley It's intoxicatin' it weigh on you heavy like the alcohol We can do like anythin' you want, I'm amazin' Letter to my lady I just wanna please ya, check my catalogue Thinkin' I could make this many songs about A lady, she be havin' me up, down (ooh) I be in my feelings, sometimes I be jealous But I keep it thuggin' like it's Makavelli Ring, ring, hit my celly (ring, ring) Remember you went bad on me, I won't forget it (ring, ring) Ring, ring, hit my celly (ring, ring) Remember you went bad on me, I won't forget it (ring, ring) Ring, ring, hit my celly (ring, ring) Remember you went bad on me, I won't forget it (ring, ring) You say you wanna tell on me, now, won't you tell it? (Yeah) In between the sheets you know I got you yellin' (yellin') Thinkin' I could make this many songs 'bout a lady When I haven't met her But she on me heavy on my cerebellum If I say I love her, am I wrong? Am I crazy? Am I over zealous? But I know the feelin', and I'm never wrong Swear that I've been gifted with a song and a medley It's intoxicatin', it weigh on you heavy like the alcohol We can do like anythin' you want, I'm amazin' Letter to my lady I just wanna please ya, check my catalogue Could it be monogamy ain't meant for me? (Nah) That's way too reckless (yeah) I'd get too jealous Could she be, from the east or overseas? (Ha) I learned my lesson, I'm way too Western Could she be, my favorite ethnicity? (Ha) I'm just I'm undressin' all of these sections of my thoughts (yeah) Thinkin', thinkin', thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' too hard Thinkin' too hard, ha But I really wanna know Thinkin' I could make this many songs 'bout a lady When I haven't met her But she on me heavy on my cerebellum Thinkin' I could make this many songs 'bout a lady When I haven't met her But she on me heavy on my cerebellum Thinkin' I could make this many songs 'bout a lady When I haven't met her But she on me heavy on my cerebellum If I say I love her, am I wrong? Am I crazy? Am I over zealous? But I know the feelin', and I'm never wrong Swear that I've been gifted with a song and a medley It's intoxicatin' it weigh on you heavy like the alcohol We can do like anythin' you want, I'm amazin' Letter to my lady I just wanna please ya, check my catalogue