(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh ye- e- eah
Take the blindfold off (uh)
Out the sheets, got the herbal
Time to ramble
Past rain puddle, dabble
Why do I think it's fun
Like the good old times
Man I'm fed up
Had to level up
And develop my get up
Metaphor, S-T-Y
I gotta clean up
No matter the weather
You're all that I see
Got me feeling so much
I just cannot convey
Your eyes and your smile
I can stay any day
Got so stuck in a hutch
There's no way, fly away
Butterflies, 'cause you're present in place
Trust, you got me actin disinterested
Bright as sun in the day, hope it won't be over
Grace the inner beauty you display
I'm surprised you be looking my way
Love that's pure won't led you far astray
But I guess going deep is gon' be something I regret
All the shit I said, but still denial
Dim for so long, you burned up my fire
Oh, the attire
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
