[Chorus]
I'm not Ray Charles, I wanna see you
I'm not a carnivore, but I wanna eat you
I'm in the hills, ain't no service, I can't reach you
I'm so selfish, won't let nobody meet you
I'm on the road now, I gotta eat too
I got Velveeta in my pocket, gotta feed you
You got lucky 'cause my heart is like an igloo
Me and you is together stackin' a Benz Coupe
[Verse 1]
Me and you is together stackin' a PJ in the sky
And I be tryin' to keep it real with you and never lie
All these hoes in the messages, it's hard not to slide
Baby you know that I'm sly but I can't stand to see you cry
You know when I look at you, you just remind me of my backbone
Keep it real with you, can't compare this to no rap song
I ain't sayin' this and doin' that, like what the cap for?
They you say you a rapper now, like what the fuck you trap for?
Sittin' on the edge of the bed, I don't know how to play it, I been looking for your number on my trap phone
I got what you want and what you need, don't gotta ask for it
I ain't gotta ask, I can fuckin' read your mind, hoe
[Chorus]
I'm not Ray Charles, I wanna see you
I'm not a carnivore, but I wanna eat you
I'm in the hills, ain't no service, I can't reach you
I'm so selfish, won't let nobody meet you
I'm on the road now, I gotta eat too
I got Velveeta in my pocket, gotta feed you
You got lucky 'cause my heart is like an igloo
Me and you is together stackin' a Benz Coupe
I'm not Ray Charles, I wanna see you
I'm not a carnivore, but I wanna eat you
I'm in the hills, ain't no service, I can't reach you
I'm so selfish, won't let nobody meet you
I'm on the road now, I gotta eat too
I got Velveeta in my pocket, gotta feed you
You got lucky 'cause my heart is like an igloo
Me and you is together stackin' a Benz Coupe
[Verse 1]
Me and you is together stackin' a PJ in the sky
And I be tryin' to keep it real with you and never lie
All these hoes in the messages, it's hard not to slide
Baby you know that I'm sly but I can't stand to see you cry
You know when I look at you, you just remind me of my backbone
Keep it real with you, can't compare this to no rap song
I ain't sayin' this and doin' that, like what the cap for?
They you say you a rapper now, like what the fuck you trap for?
Sittin' on the edge of the bed, I don't know how to play it, I been looking for your number on my trap phone
I got what you want and what you need, don't gotta ask for it
I ain't gotta ask, I can fuckin' read your mind, hoe
[Chorus]
I'm not Ray Charles, I wanna see you
I'm not a carnivore, but I wanna eat you
I'm in the hills, ain't no service, I can't reach you
I'm so selfish, won't let nobody meet you
I'm on the road now, I gotta eat too
I got Velveeta in my pocket, gotta feed you
You got lucky 'cause my heart is like an igloo
Me and you is together stackin' a Benz Coupe
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