Pressure UglyFace

I went from asking you out
To diggin you out, too you feel so soft on
She told me dress up, she’s a steppa yessuh
She the candy yam marshmallow yessuh


Perfume sittin on my dresser messed up
Is it worth leaving when I fess up
It’s about time that I checked up on me
This about the time that you left abruptly


Gave me every chance with my advances
Didn’t you
Made the lovin bland we don’t believe in miracles
Issue all the time off the weed and the wine


You colorblind, fine or did the blues split tissue?
I’ll get witchu
How does the bench sound to you
You bitch, you


I went from asking you out
To diggin you out to you feel so soft on me
Then once in a while I run my mouth
I don’t say what I might mean