She don’t believe in shooting stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the stores departments
You more like love-to-start-shit
I’m more of the trips-to-Florida
Ordered the hors d’oeuvres, views of the water
Straight from a page from your favorite author
And the weather’s so breezy
Man, why can’t life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy
I get a call like, “Where are you Yeezy?”
And try to hit you with the ol’ wopty
Until I got flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than a Nazi
As I recall I know you like to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know
What do I know
I know it’s been a while sweetheart
We hardly talk, I was doing my thing
I know it was foul baby, aye bay
Lately you been all on my brain
And if somebody woulda told me a month ago
Frontin’ on - yo, I wouldn’t want to know
If somebody woulda told me a year ago
It’a gon’ get this difficult
Feelin’ like Katrina with no FEMA
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no Visa
First class with the seat back
I still see ya, in my past
You on the other side of the glass
Of my memory’s museum
I’m just sayin’, “Hey Mona Lisa, come home
you know you can’t Rome without Caesar”
