Rare

The talking stage is dead
It’s fucking dead
Either we’re together or not
At this big fucking age
Y’all find that as like a step towards marriage
It’s not, it’s not
It’s called wasting my time
Either we’re together or not
Once again
What the fuck is the talking stage?
There’s nothing to talk about
I don’t wanna talk

I called you
Called you the other day but you ain’t pick up
So I’m praying no one else is fucking on you
‘Cause some girls in L.A. will make you charge it to the game
Looking in the past
I been tryna make things last
With guys who don’t desеrve me, guys that wanna hurt me
Who еlse have you laid with, with a name? I’m not the only
Guys like you, like IG models who be on them floor seats

These days, these days, I
Need somebody who gon’ show me that they down for me
Always stick around for me
I done been around enough to know finesse when I see it
So make me believe it

And tell me you gon’ love me
Love me when the highs get lower
And show me you gon’ hold me
You gon’ hold me down when it’s over
I’m just hoping that you call me
Call me for the love, not exposure
Yeah, you know that I’m rare, boy
And I just can’t be fucking with no poser

Oh baby, you gotta understand
Where I’m coming from
In these twenty-three years of age
I done see too much
I seen how niggas get down, y’all be for, for everybody
So I can’t let my guard down, no babe
So before we even leave the talking stage
I need to know if you hear me
Know if you with me, I got PTSD
My last did a number on me, wow
If you trifflin’, nigga, let me know now
Tell me are we vibin’ or is you gon’ play around?
Hope that you for real ‘cause I swear I love the sound

When you tell me you gon’ love me
Love me when the highs get lower
And show me you gon’ hold me
You gon’ hold me down when it’s over
I’m just hoping that you call me
Call me for the love, not exposure
Yeah, you know that I’m rare, boy
And I just can’t be fucking with no poser