RichFraz - Real is Rare (feat. Chris Fields) Lyrics

We too grown girl to be play these games
Said she's tired of the same ol things
She need something she can call real
Something as real as she can feel
We too grown girl to play these games
Said she's tired of the same ol lames
She need something that she can call real
Something as real as she can feel
She keep it real
Like balloon strings, she holds it down
They don't get the message
She curve them DMs when I'm around
She sophisticated
She pay no mind when bitches hating
She look and snap
So when you see her, know that she taken
5'5" chinky brown eyes
Look like she Asian
With her hair braided
Caramel skin like she Jamaican
Said her daddy black
Mixed wit Creole but he ain't Haitian
Her mama white
That's why her complexion like she Caucasian
She like grown things
Dinner dates with reservations
Sipping wine
Stimulated by conversations
When she feel its real
She gon realize her time ain't wasted
Try to be creative
When I persuaded, I get her naked
That's a night cap
Smoking weed
We getting faded
Said she's down for the team and tired of being traded
Tired of all the games and tired of feeling jaded
Just remind her
Just stick by my side, we going places
That's just greatness
We too grown girl to be play these games
Said she's tired of the same ol things
She need something she can call real
Something as real as she can feel
We too grown girl to play these games
Said she's tired of the same ol lames
She need something that she can call real
Something as real as she can feel
Her name slips off my tongue, sweeter than nectarines
Stings just like honey bees and when she notice me
The room stops
And her melody starts to play again
Tell me, should I ask for this dance? (Well talk to her then)
Infatuation
Her sensuality got me pacing
That's why it's nathan (Nothing)
When I proceed to stimulation
More than just a physical vibe
She's a translation
To every love language that God himself created
Hold up
With these intimate conversations
Could I be falling in love
Well that's a question
Her essence is a complex drug that I partake in
When I breathe her in
Parts of her soul brings ventilation
That's that fresh air, moments of bliss come from her lips
When she speaks, I just give her the floor, she knows her shit
Just the almighty queen of my world, my manifest
That destiny put in my hand, I'm more than blessed, I'm just saying
We too grown girl to be play these games
Said she's tired of the same ol things
She need something she can call real
Something as real as she can feel
We too grown girl to play these games
Said she's tired of the same ol lames
She need something that she can call real
Something as real as she can feel