Delusional

[Oddisee - Intro] Man, Tay.. Bout time y'all came out as y'all man I told you Georgia Ave., they be POPPIN' shawty You don't e'en know, be a rack of broads out this joint from high Ykahmsayin? They bring 'em from all over, ykahmsayin? And good wit that bop You know what it is doe, mumbo sauce and chicken wangs It ain't a thang huh man, let's go.. [Phonte] Uh, she got that thang about her The type of thang that make a nigga wanna sang about her And when he sang, the whole crowd sang along about her And when he get off the stage, he gon kick off his A's and tell his mom about her So single and carefree, all the ballas willing to pay like a hairpiece But she don't want no drama 'bout her Cause when she get a man, that nigga understand He walkin through the mall wit his arm around her I used to see her in the back of my mind, all the various times And be like, "Damn, mama!"; even my grandfather Say you was the marryin kind, not conceited She just act stuck-up, to weed out the fuck-ups Cause to her it's more important, like the old folks say "Boy it's more than courtin' when the seasons change Then you need to change, and she be your umbrella in the freezin rain" Now do your thang, mama [Hook - Phonte singing] The, way you walk The, way you're talkin to me Got me de-luuuuuusional (Just want you to know you're, very special) The, way you walk The, way you're talkin to me Got me de-luuuuuusional (And I wanna sing a song about youuuuuu) [Rapper Big Pooh] You talkin good young'n I mean I'm hearin all the things like you talkin somethin I mean I'm hearin what you sayin and the things you wantin Sayin I could give 'em to you, ain't no need in frontin' You was stuck on the image, you ain't seen me comin Work hard for everything, you don't see me stuntin Pooh a whole runt here that won't catch me ?buttin? I said all that to really say this young'n You're worth more than a dime See you everyday but it's not enough time I'm a wordsmith, couldn't find the right lines Beauty's skin deep, call the goods behind the blinds Point them other niggas to the back of the line Now I'm thinkin change, couple carats in your future Glass window-stained, at the summertime spot where the couples hang Gettin ahead of myself, girl do ya thang Gon do ya thang, gon do it.. [Hook] [Oddisee] Where it said looks don't matter turned a blind eye to beauty A thin waistline and a giant wide booty Lemme keep it conscious, I'm diggin on a cutie Who's doin sumthin to me, not a floozy wit da NA-AHH Back on that ig'nant, forget Miss Amurrican The universe spittin this here for Miss Thickness So D.C. - so polite and chocolate-dury Young'n on The Ave., got me sites the goddess... [Phonte - singing] She's the one, you call on when you need a friend (need a friend) And EVERY-body wants to know her naaaaaame When you're down and out, she let you hold a twenty to Friday (Every first day from tennnn) Miss Sexy Girl, just want you to come my way, ohhhh-hhh, yeah [Hook]