Biscayne Blvd

[Produced By: Logic] [Hook: QuEst][2x] Uh, Here we go You and I Destination, who decides? Take off, crash land I don't wanna lose tonight Take a chance, Let it go Will we make it? Never know I'm so glad I kept you, could have left you Let's make room to grow [Verse 1: QuEst] Uh, lookin' at you lookin' back at me I'd love to hear what your story is If you think you straight I got shit to do, but those things could wait And I'm prone to say, that we'll take it slow But that's bullshit (Bullshit) I've been here Boy fall hard for the trust So all you gotta do is make it feel sincere But that's past tense, we're gettin' past it Lust demons, pray to God I don't take action Maintainin' con-ver-sation hard as fuck with these two distractions Reppin' that 3-0-5, for the Southside You got no time for no that bluff tip With your fair shares, and your broken heart There's no wonder why you don't trust shit You're like fuck this Stole your heart and got away, you don't even see justice Workin' hard at your at your dead-end job, for your aspirations, you must hit Uh, But fuck all that preaching, them leggings is killing me softly(Killing me softly) Dominican fetish forgive me this shit can get costly Summer done passed and it just turned Fall Perfect excuse for these tall macchiatos' and new conversations that have been abroad I pull up in a 1993 Toyota Camry, with thirty dollars in my car Usin' half of that, just to make it out of Biscayne Boulevard [Hook 2: QuEst] And I want you More than you will ever know When it's alright Just promise me you'll never go No no Ooh girl, I just wanna let you know No no Ooh girl, I just wanna let you know [Verse 2: QuEst] Uh, holiday season Never had time for the weeks, so we meet up on the weekends Shit is lookin' shallow on the surface But feelings get real when you get caught up in the deep end Sittin' in your car, all we listen to is Nas late nights We don't even have a reason Too afraid to ask if you leavin' I know you got work in the mornin', I don't wanna keep you out late This love shit feelin' like an outbreak Plus I keep staring everywhere, swear to god those lips look sweeter than a poundcake But I digress More talk about this and that Past relationships and no strings attached If you into that, clearly it's something deeper It don't even makes sense to act like it's anything less Mentally driving away all the stress So many thoughts on my plate, I got too much at stake But you make me forget it, confess I just got through with my ex Skeptical about movin' on but shit I'm so impressed That a nigga willing to invest Any and everything in you Now shall we continue? And if so Just let a nigga know what he in for Keep it real with me baby, even if it hurts Never wanna be the nigga frettin'; outta limbo Real though, but at least I told you from the start Play no fucking games with my heart So much faith in us together, I hate to see us apart [Hook 2: QuEst] [Hook 1: QuEst][5x]