Gurl of My Dreams Video (MV)

I'm A shy nigga in my high new school
So-so, still don't give a f*ck about the rules
Gurl of my dreams
Letters in my jeans
I be cookin wit Philippines

Girl of my dreams I don't wanna fight
Why you sendin mixed signals you ain't a traffic light
Come over we can talk it over, I think you might
Catch feelings, you can maybe even stay the night
I got Heaven and Hell on my shoulders
It feels like I'm always carryin boulders
I feel dumber as I get older
Rest In Peace James Fuller he my #1 Soldier

Tryna switch sides and play games
I love my Uncle Jimmy but his real name James
Take my people to the top and see how we stay
And lay waste to all that remains

I'ma shy nigga in my high school
So-so, still don't give a f*ck about the rules
Gurl of my dreams
Love letters in my jeans
I be cookin it up wit fiends
By any means

I know I'm not the richest guy on the block
And I don't punch as hard as bedrock
And my momma don't drive the nicest cars
But we can chill on the moon and look up at the stars

I'm a lover notta fighter, I'm my own songwriter
Robbie Jet, he's a fighter, Dodge and weave like a Viper
Take you home to meet my mom and my sister
Time to go, aight babygurl ima f*ck witcha
You know i got bars and you can't deny it
You can call ya mans up, you can go home and try it
Tell him that i hit a home run, for a track star
And check yo neck to see that i left a love scar