I was in love with this girl, y'know
What's your name love, where you came from?
An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
The type of girl givin' out the fake cell phone and name
Fahreed is on the stand, big things is in the plan
Asked her to dance she was like "Yo, I'm leavin' now"
Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled
She walked away smilin', singing Gregory Issacs
Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
Yo, in she came with the same type game
The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Before you dance with me?"
We laughed about it, traced her arms
And honey love ended up sittin' directly next to me
She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like, "What?"
I heard so much good about you, it's nice to finally meet"
For a moment
Burn a stogger, let her know, sweetheart, I got to have it
"How you feelin'?" "Oh, I'm fine"  "My name is Mos"  "I'm Sharice
I know I can't afford to stop
That it's too soon to forget
(Fucking)
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
It's just too, let me tell you about her
Finished then she whisper “Honey, let's exchange numbers”
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
With some banging ass Asian playin' lay it down and lick me up
She tellin' me commitment is somethin' she can't manage
Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together
Six months, I'm tellin' her I desperately need her
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent
I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down
Ass so fat that you could see it from the front
Scene three, weeks of datin', late night conversation
Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo
Scene two, my fam throwin' the jam
"Yeah, aight, c'mon then, let's go"
She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin' to me
I played it low though, I was like
Like “If I don't, if I don't, if I don't”
She spot me like paparazzi, shot me a glance
Songwriters: Dante Beze, Lamont Dorrell, Charles Singleton, Eddie Snyder
(Yeah, that's her)
The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally
What?
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up
She was wild man f'real
Who I had priorly observed, tryin' to play me for the herb
Showin' me that tan line and that tattoo
I just played it long and pretended I never met her
Ahh damn it, this all Harrison Ford frantic
Hey, this my man Mos, baby, let me introduce, I turn around
For a moment
She hop up like, "How you gonna leave
I need more than to knock it down
Neck and wrist blazed up, very little make-up
Some brothers don't be comin' right
'Cuz baby girl got all the right weaponry
Ginseng tree trunks, rockin' the P-funk
I understand, I'm feelin' you
In that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, hot damn
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah, you know me bro
She call my at my J.O., “Come now”, I can't say no
I know it wasn't right, but baby, you know what it's like
For a moment
Midnight we hook up and go at it
Playin' Sade, "Sweetest Taboo"
He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song
We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially
In the crib heart racin', tryin' to be cool and patient
Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories
Say word, you was the same pretty bird
That it's too soon to forget
That it's too soon to forget
That it's too soon to forget
Man, for real
For a moment
I'm type polite but now I'm lookin' at her skeptically
I know I can't afford this life
It's mad, the shit is so sick, I'm tell you
I'm 'bout to merc, I say peace to the family
I know I can't afford this life
I'm really tryin' to lock it down
To my mother man, she was that ill man
I was, to' up dog, I'm tellin' you, man
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My 911 wasn't answered by my fly Taurus enchantress
Three months, she call “I feel I'm runnin' a fever”
Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond
They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Beside, “Can I have a dance?” Ain't really that original
I know I can't afford to stop
I seen her on the Ave., spotted her more than once
Yo, let me apologize for the other night
Man, I smashed it like an Idaho potato
She sippin', cries straight up, shakin', windin' her waist up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?
Across my shoulder blades
Yo, honey was so blazin', she was just
Big fame, she like cats with big thangs