Like for real? For real? For real?
What did you say to her?
Nah for real!
She was Xavier prep alumni
Kick it and get dumb high
Watching living color and cuddling till the sunrise
Met her at a function last summer her sundress was stuck in my mind
Asked her if she had a man she said nah, focused on mine but what you come from? The nine
You must've fell from heaven to the front of this line I'm cut from a different cloth like your dress I'm inspired
I spotted you from a mile away, run that drop of a dime to say hi to you she replied that's kind of cute what's your sign?
A Libra trying to find the balance
All the bad ones color me bad but that's in the past I know, shout out that thing behind you I am blinded by your assets, good lookin' She said, ""so who are you?"" with a smile
The beginning of my whole demise
Before the ties was severed, hijacked my heart and I let her, the first time that I met her, Topanga Lawrence
Waste not your time, don't you loose your mind
She was Xavier prep alumni. Kick it and get dumb high
She up in my spot and I'm in her slot like a jump drive somehow I find the comfort in your eyes
And in return I hold her hand until the pain subsides
Don't you hate it when infatuation dies? Yikes it ain't been five weeks now the signal's weak she changed the vibe
We no longer in control, remotely standing in front of the TV as if she be's invisible
Her booty soft but she difficult, before you get up and get your coat, please no need to get defensive though
Hit the floor like the foot on the gas we ignore signs and crash another lifetime, perhaps
We might could meet up but in the meantime she's more so like Khadijah
With the look on her face like OJ facing charges, her face is gorgeous
In and out of my world that's my Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Waste not your time, don't you loose your mind
Don't be so shy, fix your eye ten miles high
I'm tryin' to tell you man, like
I mean, I really just needed to tell her
I just couldn't, I just can't emotionally do business with you anymore, you know what I'm sayin'? So I kinda had to, kinda had to knick her in the bud
That's cool, Haha!
Not like foot! But that's for real a true story, that really happened
It was all that
For real
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Like for real? For real? For real?
What did you say to her?
Nah for real!
She was Xavier prep alumni
Kick it and get dumb high
Watching living color and cuddling till the sunrise
Met her at a function last summer her sundress was stuck in my mind
Asked her if she had a man she said nah, focused on mine but what you come from? The nine
You must've fell from heaven to the front of this line I'm cut from a different cloth like your dress I'm inspired
I spotted you from a mile away, run that drop of a dime to say hi to you she replied that's kind of cute what's your sign?
A Libra trying to find the balance
All the bad ones color me bad but that's in the past I know, shout out that thing behind you I am blinded by your assets, good lookin' She said, ""so who are you?"" with a smile
The beginning of my whole demise
Before the ties was severed, hijacked my heart and I let her, the first time that I met her, Topanga Lawrence
Waste not your time, don't you loose your mind
She was Xavier prep alumni. Kick it and get dumb high
She up in my spot and I'm in her slot like a jump drive somehow I find the comfort in your eyes
And in return I hold her hand until the pain subsides
Don't you hate it when infatuation dies? Yikes it ain't been five weeks now the signal's weak she changed the vibe
We no longer in control, remotely standing in front of the TV as if she be's invisible
Her booty soft but she difficult, before you get up and get your coat, please no need to get defensive though
Hit the floor like the foot on the gas we ignore signs and crash another lifetime, perhaps
We might could meet up but in the meantime she's more so like Khadijah
With the look on her face like OJ facing charges, her face is gorgeous
In and out of my world that's my Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Waste not your time, don't you loose your mind
Don't be so shy, fix your eye ten miles high
I'm tryin' to tell you man, like
I mean, I really just needed to tell her
I just couldn't, I just can't emotionally do business with you anymore, you know what I'm sayin'? So I kinda had to, kinda had to knick her in the bud
That's cool, Haha!
Not like foot! But that's for real a true story, that really happened
It was all that
For real
What did you say to her?
Nah for real!
She was Xavier prep alumni
Kick it and get dumb high
Watching living color and cuddling till the sunrise
Met her at a function last summer her sundress was stuck in my mind
Asked her if she had a man she said nah, focused on mine but what you come from? The nine
You must've fell from heaven to the front of this line I'm cut from a different cloth like your dress I'm inspired
I spotted you from a mile away, run that drop of a dime to say hi to you she replied that's kind of cute what's your sign?
A Libra trying to find the balance
All the bad ones color me bad but that's in the past I know, shout out that thing behind you I am blinded by your assets, good lookin' She said, ""so who are you?"" with a smile
The beginning of my whole demise
Before the ties was severed, hijacked my heart and I let her, the first time that I met her, Topanga Lawrence
Waste not your time, don't you loose your mind
She was Xavier prep alumni. Kick it and get dumb high
She up in my spot and I'm in her slot like a jump drive somehow I find the comfort in your eyes
And in return I hold her hand until the pain subsides
Don't you hate it when infatuation dies? Yikes it ain't been five weeks now the signal's weak she changed the vibe
We no longer in control, remotely standing in front of the TV as if she be's invisible
Her booty soft but she difficult, before you get up and get your coat, please no need to get defensive though
Hit the floor like the foot on the gas we ignore signs and crash another lifetime, perhaps
We might could meet up but in the meantime she's more so like Khadijah
With the look on her face like OJ facing charges, her face is gorgeous
In and out of my world that's my Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Topanga Lawrence
Waste not your time, don't you loose your mind
Don't be so shy, fix your eye ten miles high
I'm tryin' to tell you man, like
I mean, I really just needed to tell her
I just couldn't, I just can't emotionally do business with you anymore, you know what I'm sayin'? So I kinda had to, kinda had to knick her in the bud
That's cool, Haha!
Not like foot! But that's for real a true story, that really happened
It was all that
For real
Writer: AJ HALL
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC