We ain't even been talkin' for a minute yet And I already got you elevated You don't know if I'm a saint or a sinneate But you already singin' hella praises If we out for the night and you by my side Don't get emotional Cause niggas gon' slide with you in my ride So I'd rather let you know Even though I'm good without you I'm fuckin' with you regardless And if that's gon' hurt you Least you can say is I'm honest Good things don't always get to you The way that you want it I'm good without you But I'm fuckin' with you regardless So tell me if it gets too much Tell me if you a bit too much Boy act right cause it's cool If there's too much else in the food for ya Sorry that you can't keep up You lookin' like you a bit too much Boy act right cause it's cool If there's just too much else in the food for ya Too much sauce I got too much sauce Sauce Don't ask to pull up when you need it I gotta know you can deal with it Stop readin' through the lines boy you showin' Stop playin' with your mind bout to blow it It take a strong man strong shoulders You gotta level up if you want this Stop showin' with your mouth wide open Like you can't see Even though I'm good without you I'm fuckin' with you regardless And if that's gon' hurt you Least you can say is I'm honest Good things don't always get to you The way that you want it I'm good without you But I'm fuckin' with you regardless So tell me if it gets too much Tell me if you a bit too much Boy act right cause it's cool If there's too much else in the food for ya Too much sorry that you can't keep up You lookin' like you a bit too much Boy act right cause it's cool If there's just too much else in the food for ya Too much sauce, know what to do with it You know what to do with it Too much sauce, know what to do with it You know what to do with it Can't, can't, can't, hang with the boss Know what to do with it You know what to do with it Too much sauce, know what to do with it You know what to do with it Red red red, getting' red getting' red I got too much sauce Red red red, getting' red getting' red Can't, can't, can't, hang with the boss Red red red, getting' red getting' red I got too much sauce Red red red, getting' red getting' red L. Lust. Four letters like love but less precious. More like electric veins running fast that frenzy my heart make me crave and act restless. So infectious.