Level - Acoustic Version E

Uh. You not on my level, You not on my level, you not on my Level. I try to apologize, I don't think that It's making it better. Look my demon in the eyes, tell him he Better know better. Tryna pull up on your side, Baby, you know that I'm better. I just brought a foreign to the store. Had to ride the foreign with your hoe. Had somebody open up the door. That's your girl? Nah, who knows? I'll ride a rental through the mud. Hundred packs shoved in the trunk. Scared niggas worried 'bout the feds. You ain't never reach for the dough. You ain't never show me love. It don't even cost you nothing. I ain't even expect nothing back. Keep the chains, I'm still stunting. R. I. P., I lost my cousin. On the West, I'm still Southern. Eating grits mixed with the butter. High as fuck, I might stutter. Balling, bitch, I'm a standout. Little shawty got her hand out. Gotta chill, I'm a brand now. But I keep a jam, I bring a band Out. I want you, but I don't know how To say that shit just right now. Jimmy Choo all by the shoe and take it, Run and take you out. Uh, don't it look Different in the light? Three chains, I'm not right. I'm faded, but it's my life to change. Alright, just take my mind away for now. I don't want it overnight, huh. I don't want it overnight. I don't it overnight. I don't want overnight. I don't don't want it Overnight. I don't overnight. I don't it overnight. I don't want it Overnight. You not on my level, you not on my Level, you not on my level. I try to apologize, I don't think that it's Making it better. Look my demon in the eyes, Tell him he better know better. Tryna pull up on your side, baby, you know That I'm better. I just brought a foreign to The store. Had to ride the foreign with your Hoe. Had somebody open up the door. That's your girl? Nah, who knows? I'll ride a rental through the mud. Hundred packs shoved in the trunk. Scared niggas worried 'bout the feds. You ain't never reach for the dough. You ain't never show me love. It don't even cost you nothing. I ain't even expect nothing back. Keep the chains, I'm still stunting. R. I. P., I lost my cousin. On the West, I'm still Southern. Eating grits mixed with the butter. High as fuck, I might stutter