Her liquor kinda white, my liquor black,
we pour them parallel, it's like Obama back,
curls and glasses, that's part of my weakness,
but she pull 'em back and, send me off the deep end,
she watch game of thrones, I don't do none of that,
I watch The Wire like it was new, I run it back,
she play Sade, I play Sade,
and I play Horace Silver so now she got more taste,
I buy jazz vinyl, she buy spa days,
she feel lyrically it's just Skyler and Andre,
she give me flight miles, I give her Knicks gear,
told her this is a blue and orange state if she living here,
She think I'm wild but, she still follow suit,
it's 3 to the dome the way I throw it and follow through,
she show me Daft Punk, I show her chopped cheese,
we get half drunk then things get knock kneed, and it be going

Give and take,
Give and take, Give and take,
Give and take,
Give and take, and it be straight

My friends threw praise, her friends threw shade,
I don't get tight about it, they just want bouquets,
her friends sell hair, my friends sell dope,
told her all I ask is don't go out with your nails broke,
She do group calls, I do cigar nights,
she let me breathe soon as she see the cigar light,
I read Ta-Nehisi, I read Don Diva,
she see the conflict, and says that I'm all keeper, 
She wear Tom slides, and she wear 95s,
she come to shows and play the back on the sidelines,
she making plates like if she think that I'm sky high,
Patti LaBelle in the kitchen like itchi yaya,
I like 'em wild thick, know why we get along,
she spilling out her dress, bet you I catch it all,
she gives me attitude, I drill it outta her,
she take the whole ride, I tell her I'm proud of her,
and it be going...

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Benjamin Ventura, Gregory Skyler Taylor, Jesse Germanò