Songtext zu 'Boy Bye (feat. Lucky Daye)' von Ari Lennox

It's sweet like mangoes
Sweet like mangoes, huh?
Yeah
You so fuckin' fake
(I'ma go and get that, I'll bet you all your lunch money)

Say it with your chest, say what you mean, stop playin' with me
I'm not playin', see, that's the problem, like
I ain't playin' either, shit
That's, that's the problem like
But I'm not hearin' the fucked up shit you sayin', but

Talkin' all that shit, where your girl at? (pssh)
You are way too fine to be alone (why, thank you, thank you, I appreciate that)
Girl, with all that ass and no one behind it, oh
I'm just wonderin' if I could walk you home (home, home)

Boy, bye
Thinkin' you gon' come inside
Boy, bye
Not tonight
Won't lie
Can't say it ain't worth a try
It feels right
I'm tryna makе you mine, oh, oh, oh

So if you won't give me your numbеr, let me follow you or somethin' (yeah)
I actually got a man, yeah
Uh, really? (mmm)
You playin'? (yeah, I'm good)
That's cap, come on (oop, my phone just died)
Okay, okay, I get it

Talkin' all that shit, where your ride at?
'Cause I got someone waitin' upstairs
Girl, you fuckin' lyin', I ain't talkin' Cujo, hey
Why won't you let me inside so I can take you there? Oh
Those lines belong in 1995 (oh)
Just like them funky Nikes (ooh, ooh)
Girl, why you got me workin' from nine to five? (hey)
With the wrong size
Them toes just bussin' out them slides, ba-da-da (yo)

You ain't think I saw that?
Shut up, I forgot my Dr. Scholl's
Dr. No (fuck you)
Nah, it's cool, I'm joshin', I'm joshin'
I fuck with you, like, mm, what's up?

Ooh, I don't know you
True, I like you (I do)
Ooh, I don't know you (I don't know)
True, I like you (I like you, baby)

I know you're playin' with me (I know)
I know you've been hangin' with (no, no)
Casey, georgette, and Judy (yeah)
I don't know who you think you are foolin'
Ooh-ooh, not me, stop playin' with my top, mm

I know you think that I'm shady
I want you to be my baby
Sunsets, big daydreamin' lately
Girl, I think of you on the daily
She said that I look better with her eyes closed
I said: Be careful where you walk, baby, there's potholes
Touch is soft as shea butter, cocoa melanin color (ooh)
Go crazy when we cut up, only thing that I know (uh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

You a secret rapper?
Huh? (oh, no)
I don't date those so
A secret rapper? I mean, I'm rappin' to you know, but, like (oh, no)
Man, come on now (no)
I can't just talk to you? Like, let me open up, get vulnerable and shit (no-no, no-no)
Boy, hush (come on)

You probably ain't never had real love before
Uh, no, like, that's a thing, like, I have
And that's why I can tell this is givin' you fraudulent, it's givin' fickle
I don't need you to bring baggage from no other spots, but over here, baby, like, I'm tryna fuck with you on some fresh shit, you feel me?
There's no projection, I just can tell by your erection that (mm)

This is shady (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Well, I ain't gon' pass on that ass, you know what I'm sayin'? I'ma hit the gas (ooh, ooh)
Wait, hold on a moment (you know what I mean?)
That was lame, that was lame (you have the smile of an)
That was really lame
Angel, an angel (okay)
And I love all your angles, angles