Intro: It’s Colossal, Newkid, I’m here with my girl Yaiya. You know how she do, okay, let’s go!

Guessing 3 years since I first pronounced your name
Only one believing you’d be one day “Hall of Fame”
Remember day you turned 15, now going on 17
We’re both past 16 Kinda crazy you were feeling me
By only looking at my picture framed in a screen
Struggling up to see your nickname tryna get at me
Though tired, typing MSN at 2:03

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Rubbernecker, sticky flubber, stable gun
Oily lotion, cheesy glue, tape, bubble gum
I wanna be anything for you, I’m your shortie “Y”
Can I take your time? (Baby if you got)
New York, Alabama, or go to Boston Or Indiana,
South Carolina, Louisiana California here I come

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Lemme sit around in your car
Ima be a new car smell for you
Lemme roll around in your bed
So you’ll know where I’ve been laying with you (Ima where all of ya)
Shirts, sneakers, pants, hoodies, shorts, suits, neckties
Rubberbands, hats right, bling bling, necklaces
Hop down your pocket boy, start a whole new lil’ world
(Naa, don’t worry about it ..) Ima do it anyway!

Reminiscing how you said our first kiss would be
Spiderman hanging wrong side up in the rain holding me
Remember phone hours turned 15, when I was with my Safir
Painting the cellar green, kinda crazy feeling “you & me”
By only writing down our vacation made out of a dream
Walking past my teacher lending me an A-grade
For the pencil shaded drawing of my Boo I made

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Don’t dismay sentences I say cause, they were born to tease you babe
Notice is hereby given that I love you
Not denying I don’t wanna lose u
All those things I’m tryna do, “you don’t have to”, you say
Ima do it anyway!

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Baby girl listen, yousa girl, Ima boy
Im tellin, ye, u the only thing my world missin’
It’s like it stopped rain, sh -shorty you got the looks
I was like goddamn, I’m not playin
Baby it really feels like
The distance between us really aint workin
But baby u know the deal right?
So let’s do this thing with a little less pain
Let’s go play with ma fake private jet

She streetdancin’, shakin’, na would you stop that?
Please, cause or else, you already know where ma eyes at
Ye, look baby you gotta face facts
I mean of course I got my eyes on ya curves like it’s a racetrack
Plus she on bird-vocals, the voice’s extra soft
Hit notes, like she about to leave a restaurant
Picture us on a cliff countin’ the stars,
When I get older Ima let u sit around in my car

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