Lyricist : Allan Kingdom

Composer : Allan Kingdom

Allan Kingdom

I pull up in that thing and leave you breathless

The velvet on the seat against you thighs

A couple magazines, I feel protected

Baby, can you read between the lines?

I pull up in that thing and leave you breathless

The velvet on the seat against you thighs

A couple magazines, I feel protected

Baby, can you read between the lines?

I been around a couple continents, about every state

Would you be down if I was hungry

Would you make me a plate?

I been surrounded by the glitter and the gold of the game

Turned around back to the gutter ’cause I can’t do the fake

Split my dollar with my brother, he still turned to a snake

Used to fall for all my lovers, now I fall in my place

Used to want all of the glory and the riches and fame

I still want all of that shit but not for your validation

Rather read a book and cook over good conversation

Rather be a crook than be a broke nigga hatin’

I don’t ever gotta sugarcoat my appreciation

For a baddie in the passenger to slurp all my pain away

Oh woah, hey, hey

I pull up in that thing and leave you breathless

The velvet on the seat against you thighs

A couple magazines, I feel protected

Baby, can you read between the lines?

I pull up in that thing and leave you breathless

The velvet on the seat against you thighs

A couple magazines, I feel protected

Baby, can you read between the lines?

Baby, can you finally read ’em? A flower from the cement

Now you see my collar freezing, will you devour semen?

I know you thought I was conscious, but girl, I’m not a deacon

Niggas unemployment schemin’, just for a pot to pee in

I’m shining niggas watching my pockets

Them honkeys lookin’ at me like Gadaffi, black Wall Street

Do you copy?

When you poppin’ they gon tryna freeze your growth

Making profit, ain’t a boss less, you gonna teach your folks

Whip around the block, let’s take a vacation

No, I’m not a hero, I’m just a brotha with patience

I don’t ever gotta sugarcoat my appreciation

For a baddie in the passenger to slurp all my pain away

Oh woah, hey, hey

I pull up in that thing and leave you breathless

The velvet on the seat against you thighs

A couple magazines, I feel protected

Baby, can you read between the lines?

I pull up in that thing and leave you breathless

The velvet on the seat against you thighs

A couple magazines, I feel protected

Baby, can you read between the lines?

Yeah, you gotta read between the lines

Shit, what I say?

The media, if it’s making you feel something, it’s working

It’s doing what it’s supposed to do

So just think about that before you feel something

‘Cause when you feel something you do something