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