With Me - GQ, Heather Victoria

I like to call her sunshine cause she making my weather clear

I slid on her like I’m slidin' on this record here

Off juice and gin few bottles of everclear

You could be my Mary J and I could be your meth, my dear

Colorful convos, we takin' a short trip

Sex appeal got my engine running like a Porche gear

Steppin out the shower your feet leavin' a floor print

Swear you got the type of ass to make a nigga forfeit

I dunno, we just click, we ain’t gotta force shit

She diggin' me I pick her up just like a fork lift

Every time she walking inside a room she just bless the place

Cool as shit, she respond LOL, SMH

I caught a glimpse but know you more than the eyes show me

Type of body every guy drive by slowly

I’m feelin' you like an oldie

Got it on lock like goldie

I know a few places we can go, babe

Tryna get to know you babe

What’s on your mind?

Can we take a ride?

Got some things I wanna show you babe

Can I show you babe?

I could ease your mind;

you’ll be just fine with me

You’ll be just fine with me

You’ll be just fine with me

We be on that chill shit talking like all day

Go to where there’s fun at and we just parlay

I’m just tryna hang this life is a hallway

Make a deaf man stutter she butter like

Doin' it all way them pilots stuck in the rain

Now we getting high like eyes covered in frames

She said this world crazy, I tell her not to panic

Maroon 5, her skin covered in pomegranate

She don’t need cameras, just me and her

Fresh breath of air when I see her

She play it cool I play it cool too, hot look

When we alone she throw it to me like a shot put

She love Miami, tropical feature

Lame niggas try to holla but can never reach her

I’m feelin' you like an oldie

Got it on lock like goldie