text: You/Me Lyrics
  Yo
  French vanilla, pour a glass on me 
  No cream soda, a little cranberry 
  You want my Rolex? Act too bad for me 
  But you might need your own one, cah that one thats for me 
  You compliment my cologne
  Its music to my ears when you moan 
  Your voice and your tone, thats for me 
  What you gonna tell your homegirls when they ask of me? 
  Dont tell them how you feel when you throw it back for me 
  You better tell them all my previous and bad history 
  Cah theyll tell you that theyre into me and going mad for me 
  The game has never been based on sympathy
  Im only good with my metaphors and my similes 
  Thats why you find it hard when you try to speak to me
  My communication skills, we can work on that one and gradually 
  I really hope you never turn your back on me
  Cah it could get so cold when it get to January 
  You grab your phone then you pose while you snap the dash on me 
  I can see your reflection, its in my chandelier 
  You want love and affection
  Wanna play Summer Walker
  Create a atmosphere, and a sing along to You Got Potential 
  At times youre resentful 
  The rain was torrential
  The past was eventful 
  The pain was essential 
  Can we be sexual
  Without bein sensual and not be regretful? 
  You cant put this blame on me
  We aint all the same, baby, nah
  You know I will please you 
  Im not tryna leave you 
  Wont you let me teach you to trust in me?
  Yo
  Sometimes I feel like every girl in the world is into me 
  Is that what they call toxic masculinity? 
  I like my girl brown, sweet and thick like Cadbury 
  Sometimes I fantasise about Cara Delevigne 
  I get the urge to entertain every girl that chat to me 
  Apparently, all men are trash, and maybe thats the trash in me 
  But shawty werent around we spoke on BlackBerry 
  That shawty werent around when we sported baggy jeans 
  This nigga from the downtown 
  At an uptown function up cause I got down
  In my double entendre 
  Dolce & Gabbana, dressin casually 
  In my big automatic, I dont drive it manually 
  I wont tell em when they ask my salary 
  I cant tell them what I spent on my masterpiece, they make that annually 
  Thats for me, the way you do that dance for me 
  It would really turn me on to see you count fifty racks in cash for me 
  Youre expressin all the love you have for me
  But if the police handcuff me 
  Will I see you in that public gallery?
  Will I see you?
  Will you hold it down when I need you?
  How you gonna love me?
  Edna aint here to teach you
  They say that women are the root to all evil
  Theyll love you on that come up and then when youre low, theyll leave you
  They want you to open up to them so they could read you
  Still gon be deceitful 
  You cant put this blame on me
  We aint all the same, baby, nah
  You know I will please you 
  Im not tryna leave you 
  Wont you let me teach you to trust in me?
  Trust in me
  Cause its just you and me
  And I know it aint easy for you to trust
  Baby, no, oh
  Trust in me
  Cause its just you and me
  And I know it aint easy but trust in me, trust in meEmbed