Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't You, artist - D Smoke. Album song Inglewood High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: WoodWorks
Song language: English
Ain't You |
Ain’t no reason we should complicate what we started, love |
It’s as simple as a conversation, you can start it up |
Don’t want it if it ain’t you |
Don’t want it if it ain’t you |
Uh, don’t want no imitation |
That real’ll have you open up without no limitations |
That good’ll have her showing up without an invitation |
But if it’s good, go 'head and throw her on that dinner plate and |
Begin to talk to her, the author of the storyline |
The moral lies beneath her inner thighs |
Go 'head and tiptoe over borderlines |
Quarterback the play, keep me organized |
And when you feeling strong, you don’t wait long to say we fortified |
Forty-five minutes it took to make you this dinner |
In forty-five minutes, I bake a cake in your center |
Them corny guys never gon' hesitate to use flattery as the bait |
But they batteries gon' deflate like Ms. Jenner |
That’s why I love who you are |
I love who you ain’t, you’re far from a saint |
You’re more like a star |
To you, a mile is more like a yard |
I’d rather walk a thousand miles with you than roll like a car |
It’s just that simple when you built like we are |
We are, Supa |
Ain’t no reason we should complicate what we started, love |
It’s as simple as a conversation, you can start it up |
Don’t want it if it ain’t you |
Don’t want it if it ain’t you (Listen) |
It’s important we communicate |
These moments feeling familiar, probably 'cause you relate |
I get off at work at 4, you get off at 8, overtime |
To get to cul-de-sac, it’s a forty-five, a quarter 9 |
We arrive, borderline dyin' from operatin' |
Overdrive, still always find time for copulation |
Cop a feel, and skip your ones only if ovulation |
Is probable, and maybe later, of a baby, we can go half, uh |
Remember when I asked you if I passed you and never spoke up |
Do you think we would last or be too bashful |
To go from complete strangers to people havin' see-through feelings? |
Equal admirations on our back, enjoying see-through ceilings |
Sky is the limit, I just hired a dentist |
'Cause you sweet enough to cause cavities |
Even though the both of us happen to be well off |
And more often, we’re independent |
We toast to making good decisions, here’s to new beginnings |
Ain’t no reason we should complicate this, love |
It’s as simple as a conversation, love |
Because it ain’t you |
Don’t want it if it ain’t you |