Roland Prince - Mental. Lyrics

I'm a nice nigga I reply quick
Looking for a girl to be my sidekick
Talk to me baby we can politic
Except i dont wanna talk about to politics, or nothin bitch

We can get gelato, maybe catch a flick
Whats your pick, maybe something funny maybe romantic
Lil bit scary, arm around you get to cuddling
Then when its over talk until we see the sun again

Long and black, fingers through your hair like a running back
Rolling that, all of that stank in my blunt wraps
Slow tracks, only frank ocean playing in the back
Going mad for you, cardiac might have a heart attack

Oh my god, thinking about you girl got me going mod
Look at you walk, only thing better than your ass is when you talk
College girl, educated, making money you got a job
Could you f*ck with broke nigga i dont got a lot

But got a lot to offer, yea
I got a lot to offer, offer
I got a lot to offer
But its only mental, its only mental

No i can't pay for your uber
Well maybe girl, if that shits a pool, yea
Money aint the motive, it aint cool, yea
I'd rather be happy than a fool, yea

Making and stacking these racks, done killed some niggas, and thats a fact
Money dont make no sense, if to get you giving up all your back
Bone, gone and got you a home, but got no time to stay and live in that
Ain't got no friends cus you working fam

I just wanna live baby
I been thinking bout you lately
You been up, hours crazy
Pulling out your hair for a job that you hating

Call me when thats over
I'll be working from my sofa
On my grind with my coffee
I love my music, ain't nothing ever stop me

But got a lot to offer, yea
I got a lot to offer, offer
I got a lot to offer
But its only mental, its only mental