I hit you with an opener I was hoping you would open up You know my whole frame froze when I saw ya You had the curves and the afro, it was over As the show lights shone down you came closer I gave the wingperson a pound, now im the closer I wanna take ya home but I dont know ya Its like a foreclosure, I needed four clovers I knew you'd been hit on a million times before I probably was the fourth time since you walked off I wouldn't be surprised, you probably got more I reached for the sky, cuz honestly I'm floored I had to started talking, which led to more talking Her voice got softer, I stumbled less often Said I apologize if I'm being too forward I asked for the number, and then I got going V2 I said a bad joke, and you told me one back And then we both laughed, I knew that was that I gave myself reminders that I had to relax But then you call me handsome and I had a relapse See men ain't used to getting complimented, in fact Thats probably one of many qualities that you have You got the type of ish to make a christian do bad You got the type of ish to make a cripple do laps I know that was bad, but shawty you bad I thought about us kissing but thats probably too fast So now we politicking bout our interests of past You interested in women, hmmm I guess it been a minute since you wanted a man But me being discouraged isn't part of the plan Its a matter of chance. And Matt is the champ The only thing that matters is the matters at hand The matters at hand