RCA Records - Meditation lyrics

[Verse 1: Goldlink] I still see ya, I still see ya Doin' everything that we said we gon' do Girl I still see ya, I still see ya Puttin' all my pride and my girls to the side 'Cause I still see ya, I still see ya Smokin' all my weed, bend the corners in the streets I can still see ya, I still see ya You wanna be me, I wanna eat ya I wanna meet your ex, so I can beat him And have a daughter, and be a teacher And never follow, and be a leader And baby girl, I still see ya I got a light-skinned b**h who look like Beige Loaf And she fight and f** me in the same clothes But when I put that daddy, baby daddy, papa stroke She curl her toes and close her eyes I finish up, she adios I still call ya Whichever way you want it, baby girl, it's on ya I got the money, you got the problems So I can solve it, but I still need ya I still see ya And that's okay, baby, all my n***as G'd up Yeah most of 'em either C's or B's, yeah That's right, hell yeah Anyways we can get to movin' on the dance floor No choice [Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan] I wanna be more than homies I wanna feel your body on me I wanna be your lover, your lady Just wanna be your baby Your one and only I wanna be more than homies I wanna feel your body on me I wanna be your lover, your lady Just wanna be your baby Your one and only [Bridge: Jazmine Sullivan] Shake, shake, shake Shake the nerves off In the name of dancehall Shake the nerves off Come give it to me [Verse 2: Goldlink] You don't like religion, but you like this You don't want kids, but you want this I ain't never had the juice like this Backstroke up in the p**y like... like... Listen, I'm a real n***a, love a go-getter See ain't no b**h around the city f**in' with ya Louis V, shades Gucci with the dress gown Hit the boulevard, baby, take a picture Everybody in your p**y right now Everybody think they got you right now But ain't nobody hip that you don't please 'em 'Cause you're always steady teasin' 'Cause your feelings anesthesia, word to Keisha, uh Got n***as in your iPhone, real Real n***a, you the right one, yeah Maryland girl with an accent, uh That's everybody's weakness, uh Bad little, bad, bad b**h, uh You above the average, uh Your favorite band was Backyard, mmm Baby girl you is vicious, ah You the one, you the one now, ah After daughter, want a son now Sundress to a wedding gown, sheesh Got me talkin' like Gleesh now, woah UMD in the fall now You the only one we talk about, uh Year later, still l think about it Heartbreaking, man I dream about it, that real [Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan] I wanna be more than homies I wanna feel your body on me I wanna be your lover, your lady Just wanna be your baby Your one and only I wanna be more than homies I wanna feel your body on me I wanna be your lover, your lady Just wanna be your baby Your one and only