[Verse STS]
She the type that dig leather jackets and leopard prints
Swear she smells like an angel she must be heaven sent
The only band that could make her dance are the elements
I'm talking Earth, Wind & Fire
She ain't that ignorant ratchet type that Juicy-J would like
I copped [[[???]]], and [vintage?] [shinelle?]
I paint these images well, love every minor detail
Or why she finer than hell
Hate to compare you to such, why do people do that --oh well
It's just a saying I guess, but I keep paying I guess
[[Counting on the idea that some may suggest??]]
[[??]] he crazy as hell
He think that love will prevail
This ain't no motion picture, nigga, most relationships fail
Well so did Edison, Jefferson, Issac Newton as well
He ain't inventing no wheel
This ain't the bending of steel
It's just controlling the urges, man, I've been blessed with freewill
Though a man can also choose to believe that destiny's real
Hope this how destiny feel