Zara Macklemore (Ft. ABIR)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I know you're troubled, girl
I seen you on Tumblr
February, dressing like a summer girl
Mini skirt on, no underwear (Whoo!)
I wanna take you shopping
Blow a bag of Prada
She say "Those clothes expensive"
So we end up at Zara
Late night, hit the city
And we go out to Target
Like why we go to Target?
This electric wheelchair's poppin'
You read bell hooks and Cornell West
You make me quesadillas when I'm stressed
And be like, "Boy, you better clean up the mess
And take out the trash before you come back"
Stay in, amen, don't fall asleep 'til the AM
Wake up in the morning and I'm prayin'
Sunlight made its way in, gave me angels
And I hold 'em, paint a mural so golden (alright)
And my girl, she sweet as hell
But we'll have a world star moment
Like "I'll fuck this bitch up" (whoa)
Yes you will, my darling (aha)
Type of girl fight for the family (she will)
And jump in if there's a problem (progress)
But not today, the ocean waves
I can't complain, I hold her waist
My only ace until we're old and gray
See, that's my baby