verse
You ain't on time, you were late (yeah!)
When you around me, you're safe (lit!)
You can't go off of a hearsay
I know that look on your face
You think you winnin' a race
You think all I do is play (yeah!)
I didn't put you in your place
Then why you still here in my place?
verse
Yeah, thought so, yeah, and also
You think too much, we all know
You think too much, we all know
Yeah, I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (yeah!)
You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (straight up!)
I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya (ooh)
chorus
Don't like what I saw (don't like what I saw)
This life without yours (this life without yours, ooh)
Despite I was lost (despite I was lost, ooh)
Despite you got flaws (ooh)
Just let our love play its course (yeah!)
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (ooh)
All the signs I ignored (ooh)
I play love like a sport (ooh, yeah!)
verse
This love won't grow 'less we find growth
Wipe down your nose, girl
But you think too hard, we all know
You think too hard, we all know
verse
'Cause you think too hard, we all know
Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow
You and me, baby, mano y mano (it's lit)
chorus
Don't like what I saw (yeah)
This life without yours (yeah, yeah)
Despite you got flaws (ayy)
Just let our love play its course (ohh)
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (all is yours)
All the signs I ignored (uh, huh)
I play love like a sport (like a sport, no, yeah)
verse
I still ain't heard from lil' mama
We go back to Angliana when you was studying in college
But I called you and brought you out to Santa Monica
Believed in you, I was your sponsor
I got love for you, but I'm not in love
verse
Girl, I was lost, she gave me direction
Went through fuckin' you with no protection
Girl, you one of all my blessings
You think I don't care about you?
Girl, you better call my best friend
verse
Girl, I got time to waste
Girl, I cancelled everything
Just to get back on the same page
But you would rather ignore me
Your mama called to check on me
But you won't even pick up the phone, shit
verse
God-damn, you feelin' yourself
Out in Hollywood, you got a nigga with some wealth
You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else
Tryna tell you I'm the last real nigga left
You can hit me if you need help
With your love problems, with your money problems
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
Writer(s): Sy Ari Brockington, Rivelino Raoul Wouter, Melvin Ii Hough, Travis Peterson, Mandell David Strawter, Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Joseph Anthony Gardner Jr., Jacques Webster, Billy Angelo Garcia