1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Rook Monroe - L'Eggo MY EGO Lyrics

Why can't my-

Thi, angle's startna look obtuse
Did I hear someone call a truce?
Why we playin' these games, shawty
Is that ego? Could it be?
I don't know
This picture lookin' incomplete
Whenever you and I compete
In these childish games, shawty
Is it our ego?

Do you see a god?
Do you see a lost cause?
Ridin' for my bitches and my brothas, no pause
She not a ho, she ho adjacent
Some red flags are not for bangin'
Sleepin' in my bed with the TV turned on
I just hit the gas, boo, half a tank gone, ah
I'll be goin' places on my last reincarnation

Skin smooth like butter, yeah
Make me a father, yeah
Shit smooth like butter, yeah
Touch lips like butter, yeah

And that new PlayStation, yeah
Puts hits on brothas, yeah
Xp like water, yeah
Hp from water, yeah-mm
(Stepping, stepping me)

In bum fuck sittin' sideways
Been driftin' off, it's my thang
Baby, baby, yeah
Hours on these sine waves
Should I touch grass and have folks wave to me? Maybe?
Is your favorite color still your favorite now that we're older?
Hate small talk are we close to get closer in this Honda
Would you boo me off of the Apollo or would you put me on?
Can't get wrapped up in yo' sheets, baby
While you stealin' all my tees, baby
That shaka from the flea market
Now it's fucked up from that bleached comet, damn

(Is it our ego?)
(Stepping me, step-)