[Intro: Rook Monroe]
Why can't my-
[Verse 1: Rook Monroe]
This, angle's startna look obtuse
Did I hear someone call a truce?
Why we playin’ these games, shawty
Is that ego? Could it be?
I don’t know, I don't know
This, picture lookin’ incomplete
Whenever you and I compete in these childish games, shawty
Is it our, ego?
[Chorus: Rook Monroe]
Do you see a god?
Do you see a lost cause?
Ridin’ for my bitches and my brothas, no pause
She not a hoe, she hoe adjacent
Some red flags are not for bangin'
Sleepin’ in my bed with the tv turned on
I just hit the gas boo, half a tank gone, high
I'll be goin’ places on my last reincarnation
[Post-Chorus]
Skin smooth like butter, yeah
Make me a father, yeah
Shit smooth like butter, yeah
Touch lips like butter, yeah
Why can't my-
[Verse 1: Rook Monroe]
This, angle's startna look obtuse
Did I hear someone call a truce?
Why we playin’ these games, shawty
Is that ego? Could it be?
I don’t know, I don't know
This, picture lookin’ incomplete
Whenever you and I compete in these childish games, shawty
Is it our, ego?
[Chorus: Rook Monroe]
Do you see a god?
Do you see a lost cause?
Ridin’ for my bitches and my brothas, no pause
She not a hoe, she hoe adjacent
Some red flags are not for bangin'
Sleepin’ in my bed with the tv turned on
I just hit the gas boo, half a tank gone, high
I'll be goin’ places on my last reincarnation
[Post-Chorus]
Skin smooth like butter, yeah
Make me a father, yeah
Shit smooth like butter, yeah
Touch lips like butter, yeah
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