I hit you with an opener
I was hoping you would open up
You know my whole frame froze when I saw ya

You had the curves and the afro, it was over

As the show lights shone down you came closer

I gave the wingperson a pound, now im the closer
I wanna take ya home but I dont know ya
Its like a foreclosure, I needed four clovers


I knew you'd been hit on a million times before
I probably was the fourth time since you walked off

I wouldn't be surprised, you probably got more
I reached for the sky, cuz honestly I'm floored


I had to started talking, which led to more talking
Her voice got softer, I stumbled less often
Said I apologize if I'm being too forward

I asked for the number, and then I got going

V2


I said a bad joke, and you told me one back
And then we both laughed, I knew that was that

I gave myself reminders that I had to relax
But then you call me handsome and I had a relapse


See men ain't used to getting complimented, in fact
Thats probably one of many qualities that you have
You got the type of ish to make a christian do bad

You got the type of ish to make a cripple do laps

I know that was bad, but shawty you bad

I thought about us kissing but thats probably too fast
So now we politicking bout our interests of past
You interested in women, hmmm


I guess it been a minute since you wanted a man
But me being discouraged isn't part of the plan

Its a matter of chance. And Matt is the champ
The only thing that matters is the matters at hand
The matters at hand