[Verse 1]
I'm Young like Steve, worth more than a quarter
But I'm back to being me, which is more than a whore but...
I don't wanna seem like I don't know what I'm doing
I just can't sit still while emotions are moving
To prove it...
Here is my Theory on Wine:
It gets bittersweet
Which is better if you give it some time
Cause in it's prime, it is why you let your spirit run free
So in touch with your senses that you could hear it run deep
Maybe it's the right bottle that'll chill me out
But not nothing new, cause I got something new, hear me out
Wished on a star to find Lady Luck
She said she won't reveal herself until I learn to make adjustments
So...she sent a woman much older than me
More experience, someone that could show me what I need
It's as clear as a whatever is invisible
She was thinking kissable in a message she said this
It goes...
[Hook]
*Phone message*
It's time to tell you, you know, I was thinking about our conversation. About (?). You know each young man needs experiments, to expanse a little out and you know, I was thinking...
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
[Verse 2]
A nigga balling, now treated her to sushi
Mickey D's if she is to be treated like a groupie
But she in her 30's, her daughter a bit younger, but bolder
Told her, "You know I love my girls a little bit older"
She get it from her momma
And her momma is why I am a charmer
I'm on her without ever being on her
But if I get on her, I will feel honored, honest
Maybe she is the manifestation of Lady Luck, the goddess
I got it, so to you my pretty n-a-t-u-r-e woman
Who are we woman?
Can you let me know, does age aquait wisdom?
Or are you consumed in the 808's hitting
They don't make sickness for vacation trips
In which me may take if this is more than time mathematics
And if I'm wrong, shit, I'm right back at it
[Hook]
*Phone message*
It's time to tell you, you know, I was thinking about our conversation. About (?). You know each young man needs experiments, to expanse a little out and you know, I was thinking...
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
[Verse 3]
So happens my older woman is wise
And she only felt young when she looked in my eyes
She knew she had to stay on point
Cause I could make her lose focus
My scorpion venom is too potent
So dope, It'd have her walking with a new motion
E-motion, but I'm only too old
And she feels too old to notice
What a difference a number makes
Which is why I don't wanna wait
You're lucky if you win Monopoly
You're lucky when you hit the lottery
And you're lucky I poke it
So Lady Luck got the hots for me
She better get me before me and Destiny wild out
Let me find out
That's why Destiny's Child is what's left in me now
Those are the thoughts that go in my strange brain
Let me just stick with joints because Beyonce's aged
Ha ha
[Hook]
*Phone message*
It's time to tell you, you know, I was thinking about our conversation. About (?). You know each young man needs experiments, to expanse a little out and you know, I was thinking...
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
[Outro]
*Phone message*
It's time to tell you, you know, I was thinking about our conversation. About (?). You know each young man needs experiments, to expanse a little out and you know, I was thinking
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
Do you want an older woman?
*Next Message*
*Phone message*
It's time to tell you, you know, I was thinking about our conversation. About (?). You know each young man needs experiments, to expanse a little out and you know, I was thinking
Do you want an older woman?
I hope that certainly we can do that
But if you're just trying me baby, and you should know everything.
Thank you, bye.
These phone conversations are hard to decipher, bear with me-K.M.
Theories of Wine
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