Fanaticus - Dear B

Sittin' here trying to write a song about you
Texting you like we was back in high school
Playing with my mind I'm feeling vocal
When you get your nail's done, paint 'em purple
Purple haze for the days I ain't with you
Rainy days make me crave for your touch you make me quiver
So insane how the fame make you wanna go deliver
History enough to make a boil out of simmers
Chose a winner every time them hips swing, left a nigga shook
Back in second grade, you would challenge me to read them books
All this reminiscing got me feeling like I'm on a hook
Girl you so dope, made me change my outlook

I should've fell in love with B
Used to always say that she could read them books faster than me
She damn near read the whole library
I shouldn't have had that long island iced tea
Because i'm thinking I should call you 'cause i'm feeling tipsy
I should've fell in love with B
When she had that nose ring
Back in 9th grade, when we'd talk all through history
Now we feeling ourselves, shouldn't have had the hennessy
'Cause I wanna get you home and get you in between my sheets, yeah

Sittin' here trying to make a riff on this guitar
Knowing I'm no player, so I ain't getting far
Thinking I could woo you if I play a part
Knowing already you looking at me like a star
They tell me keep your heart three stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart three stacks, these girls is smart
Society been telling me celibacy ain't a start
Love and lust has got me feeling like I need to bark
I'm a dog, well trained to make my thoughts art
Ableton my station I'm making a flow chart
Patient for your face to be blessing me, don't depart
Arriving with some tension and passion it's from the heart, it's from the heart

I should've fell in love with B
Used to always say that she could read them books faster than me
She damn near read the whole library
I shouldn't have had that long island iced tea
Because i'm thinking I should call you 'cause i'm feeling tipsy
I should've fell in love with B
When she had that nose ring
Back in 9th grade, when we'd talk all through history
Now we feeling ourselves, shouldn't have had the hennessy
'Cause I wanna get you home and get you in between my sheets, yeah

Written by:
Tyrell Compton

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