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Let me tell you bout a woman
I call her Nala
Gotta have sense, don't care about dollars
She can tell you how to grind, she don't even need help
Cause she chasing after dollars by her muhf*ckin self
Yeah I'm talking bout a woman
I call her Nala
Gotta have sense, don't care about dollars
She can tell you how to grind, she don't even need help
Cause she chasing after dollars by her muhf*ckin self

In my eyes you reside in the beat of my heart
Though at times we collide pieces breaking apart
You tell me I'm the best like my n*gga a killer
Then you drop your clothes and I beat it to thriller
Cause I'm a monster I have conquered every fear except you
Hope my boys become men because my bro never knew
How it felt to kiss your kid after a long day at work
How daddy's home somehow wipes away a long life of hurt
Cause see my daddy walked away and never thought to come back
Still recklessly as a youngen I hit with no hat
Never realizing that growing seeds changes your garden
So sometimes I feel like I've forgiven him partly
But this song ain't bout that
It's bout my back pack
Strapped tighter than usual
She carried my future
On the eve of her presence
A n*gga was reckless
But after I found her
Hakuna Matata

Let me tell you bout a woman
I call her Nala
Gotta have sense, don't care about dollars
She can tell you how to grind, she don't even need help
Cause she chasing after dollars by her muhf*ckin self
Yeah I'm talking bout a woman
I call her Nala
Gotta have sense, don't care about dollars
She can tell you how to grind, she don't even need help
Cause she chasing after dollars by her muhf*ckin self

African I American fly and crash landed into your garden
I beg your pardon, my darling, who are you
I can't help but adore you, like I carved your from a dream of a dream
That I dreamed as a teen, when tv, made beauty, make believe
Then I see, make believe, in a being, simply being, what I've seen
In that dream, that my dream dreamed, I can't believe she, reality
Re-al to me, I had to see so I said hi
I said hi
That's all I could say
Never knowing I would one day
I would fart on your a** and laugh
Or that I would ever see you in my sons smile
Or that I would ever greet you with the sunrise
Or that I would ever share with you my last name
Or that you would love me best on the worst days

Let me tell you bout a woman
I call her Nala
Gotta have sense, don't care about dollars
She can tell you how to grind, she don't even need help
Cause she chasing after dollars by her muhf*ckin self
Yeah I'm talking bout a woman
I call her Nala
Gotta have sense, don't care about dollars
She can tell you how to grind, she don't even need help
Cause she chasing after dollars by her muhf*ckin self