BrandUn DeShay - Wish Me Luck! lyrics

[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay] I ain't really trying to play no games, girl, you bomb as hell Your outfits stupid fly, that's blonde as hell I can tell we got chemistry, we bondin' well And I ain't only trying to hit, Barry Bonds as well But I'm a different kind of guy; we all got wings He a bug, I'm a bird, that's a different kind of fly I'm looking in your eye and I can see that you like it Sixteen bars and I ain't even have to write this Some things just expire, you seem to have that effect on me I know we gon' last, cause you the best fo' me Save the best for last I know you know the saying, think of this as closed captioning See what I'm saying? Usually it's how I can call it I'm the tower of Pisa, it just seem like I'm fallin' In love, but A: awesome B: beautiful, C: creative, D: Damn, girl, you all of the above, I swear [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Told her I make rap songs, it ain't just for the club Real street sh**, it ain't just for the thugs She said she heard 25th and how different it was And that it's cool I'm from the hood, but I be switching it up I said "Yeah, miss, plus I could rock the stage And I would love to be your friend if you unblock your page" [?] all across the stage So let me get that high-chest so I can watch you, dang That Hard Work single, it get lots of play Trying to get my pockets fat, baby, watch your weight Hey Susan I really hope I meet you in Houston, I'm hoopin' I mean ballin' And every girl that I meet in New Orleans, while I'm tourin' I adore them But I only came here to see Morgan, or was it Jordan? It's not important [Verse 3: TiRon] It's the... well, can't quite describe it But I can't hide it, can't quite deny it, no You know the feeling you be feeling When you feeling them, they feeling you? Beautiful... Wait, I mean special Unless you object See, I only see as touchin' 'til we sufferin', s** and pa** Roll another, puff and pa**, bring the ashtray And I wouldn't trade this moment for the cash, fame, fortune Fast lane Porsches, so gorgeous, I'm adorin' if you only had a portion More addicted to snortin' More addicted to smokin' No, this is not a opus I'm just open to everything she got and what she hopin' for And for the record, I'm more than what I was before I met her, and no, no, I could never ignore That's why I message her, so she know I'm thinking 'bout her Like how sweet it is to be loved by you