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Bartender! |
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'Yeah I hear your wise ass, give me a minute.' |
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I'm trying to get this round over here. |
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'What do you think I'm just working for you here?' |
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Actually, will you, will you send a drink, to the lady at the end of the bar? Yeah that one right there. |
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'Here you are man.' |
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Yeah, yeah. It's on me. Tell her it's from Travie. |
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'It's from this guy over here.' |
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From the second she shimmied in |
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I was intrigued by her essence |
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And my first instincts to make sure that my presence was felt |
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Simple and plain |
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I'm probably jumping the train |
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But all I could see was my name engraved on her belt |
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Hit the pause button |
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Damn! |
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I don't even know this girl |
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And I'm already practicing my sweet-nothins |
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But that's a classic trait of a soft-spoken, heart-broken, fellow like my self best believe (pussy) |
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I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve |
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But that night the Jagermeister had my sleeves rolled up |
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Wait a minute, hold up |
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I think she caught me grillin' now I'm spillin' my drink (don't look don't look) |
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I knew our feelings were in sync so now she gave me the wink |
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The only problem is, I'm not your ordinary, average Romeo |
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A Cyrano de Bergerac (shut the **** up) |
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In fact, I remember back in fifth grade |
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I tried to read the book of love, but sadly |
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The introduction didn't grab me |
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So I left it on the shelf and kept moving |
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Assuming that this planet rotates |
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I'll just procrastinate until the day I bump into my soulmate |
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Who would've thunk I would be pissy ass drunk when time came for collision |
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So I made the decision to just keep my composure (cool cool) |
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Until she started getting closer |
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And then I felt this weird feeling underneath my left shoulder, and then I |
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Slipped, tripped, busted my lip and fell in love |
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The minute that she stepped in the door |
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The type of girl I'd have to make a couple mix tapes for |
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To me she equaled MC squared and everything else was mathematics |
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I never took the time to practice |
