What A Beauty... Lyrics

Hey, I know you probably hear this a lot but I really don't be talking like this about everybody you know?

But it's just something about you, I mean...

Fuck...

I want what I want

I want what I want

I want what I want

Little baby you should know

That

I want what I want

I want what I want

I want what I want

Little baby I want

You

Growing from boy to man. I couldn't wait until the end of the road

The present is more of a gift. I still be struggling with letting shit go

I got a habit of dashed hopes

You got a habit of trash niggas

Tryna break habits in half though

Walking a path lonely in the grand scheme is driving anyone mad so

Pack you a couple of bags, we'll meet in the middle and tune any bad notes

Who convinced you that love ain't exist?

I think you be fighting it

Talking heartless, I'm calling your bluff in this shit

We all a product of environments

How I been eyeing you, I don't get how you don't feel seen

But I don't mind working for real

I know they hurt you

I been known to heal things

Got a big heart and a little weed

Come and chill with me

I want what I want

I want what I want

I want what I want

Little baby you should know

That

I want what I want

I want what I want

I want what I want

Little baby I want

You

Make ya bed rock

Standing out ya house with the speaker on my head top

When you coming out?

I'll do more than make ya bed rock

I'll make yo head bop

I could make ya

Aye, Aye, go one more time!

Make ya bed rock

Standing out ya house with the speaker on my head top

When you coming out?

I'll do more than make ya bed rock

I'll make yo head bop

I could make ya