Wish Me Luck

[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay] I ain't really trying to play no games, girl, you bomb as hell Your outfits stupid fly, that's blonde as hell I can tell we got chemistry, we bondin' well And I ain't only trying to hit, Barry Bonds as well But I'm a different kind of guy; we all got wings He a bug, I'm a bird, that's a different kind of fly I'm looking in your eye and I can see that you like it Sixteen bars and I ain't even have to write this Some things just expire, you seem to have that effect on me I know we gon' last, cause you the best fo' me Save the best for last I know you know the saying, think of this as closed captioning See what I'm saying? Usually it's how I can call it I'm the tower of Pisa, it just seem like I'm fallin' In love, but A: awesome B: beautiful, C: creative, D: Damn, girl, you all of the above, I swear [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Told her I make rap songs, it ain't just for the club Real street shit, it ain't just for the thugs She said she heard 25th and how different it was And that it's cool I'm from the hood, but I be switching it up I said "Yeah, miss, plus I could rock the stage And I would love to be your friend if you unblock your page" [?] all across the stage So let me get that high-chest so I can watch you, dang That Hard Work single, it get lots of play Trying to get my pockets fat, baby, watch your weight Hey Susan I really hope I meet you in Houston, I'm hoopin' I mean ballin' And every girl that I meet in New Orleans, while I'm tourin' I adore them But I only came here to see Morgan, or was it Jordan? It's not important [Verse 3: TiRon] It's the... well, can't quite describe it But I can't hide it, can't quite deny it, no You know the feeling you be feeling When you feeling them, they feeling you? Beautiful... Wait, I mean special Unless you object See, I only see as touchin' 'til we sufferin', suck and pass Roll another, puff and pass, bring the ashtray And I wouldn't trade this moment for the cash, fame, fortune Fast lane Porsches, so gorgeous, I'm adorin' if you only had a portion More addicted to snortin' More addicted to smokin' No, this is not a opus I'm just open to everything she got and what she hopin' for And for the record, I'm more than what I was before I met her, and no, no, I could never ignore That's why I message her, so she know I'm thinking 'bout her Like how sweet it is to be loved by you