Post Nut Clarity by IsaiahThe3rd Lyrics
On the run like Jay and B
But told her to stay the week
I don’t force nothing tho
Got an open door policy
She heard everything is free
When waking up next to me
She know I love to creep
She just want TLC
One look at that ass
Tom is Brazy I might make a pass
I been breaking out of Azkaban
Need Black Canary and a Laurel Lance
She dream of PTAs, baby names and Caravans
I’m just grateful I could see the day
A lot of brothers never had the chance
After giving out my juice
I be chucking up the deuce
Blond bombers got me blue
Had to change my point of view
Please don’t bug me like Nicole Kidman
I need more pigment, I need sun kisses
Only love her if her eyes brown
Sosa with it, light or dark skinned
Post nut, different mood
Finding different things to do
Bad decisions off the booze
If I do it, it’s for you
A bad guy cuz I’m black right?
Show me the stats, where the proof?!
You want a thug that could act white?
Baby girl gotta choose
Not a victim she a maverick
Changed up her squad like the Cavs did
Before we do it it’s established
Only sex, no attachments
Prenups or no marriage
Need some Zegna for your baggage
Damn, spent 50k on my last chick
And that’s after taxes
Check out her history, exes in misery, baby girl keeping tabs
To her thats a victory, heartbreaks not an injury, I need my money back
To pay for the damage, all of my women are savage
They call me daddy, post nut I get clarity, parity
Victim to vanity, bad bitches not good for your sanity
Ask niggas, they'll fuck with you happily
They enjoy causing agony
Attitude playing hide and seek
Using make up tryna hide the beast
Like Monta Ellis near a PC
When I finish I get PNC
But told her to stay the week
I don’t force nothing tho
Got an open door policy
She heard everything is free
When waking up next to me
She know I love to creep
She just want TLC
One look at that ass
Tom is Brazy I might make a pass
I been breaking out of Azkaban
Need Black Canary and a Laurel Lance
She dream of PTAs, baby names and Caravans
I’m just grateful I could see the day
A lot of brothers never had the chance
After giving out my juice
I be chucking up the deuce
Blond bombers got me blue
Had to change my point of view
Please don’t bug me like Nicole Kidman
I need more pigment, I need sun kisses
Only love her if her eyes brown
Sosa with it, light or dark skinned
Post nut, different mood
Finding different things to do
Bad decisions off the booze
If I do it, it’s for you
A bad guy cuz I’m black right?
Show me the stats, where the proof?!
You want a thug that could act white?
Baby girl gotta choose
Not a victim she a maverick
Changed up her squad like the Cavs did
Before we do it it’s established
Only sex, no attachments
Prenups or no marriage
Need some Zegna for your baggage
Damn, spent 50k on my last chick
And that’s after taxes
Check out her history, exes in misery, baby girl keeping tabs
To her thats a victory, heartbreaks not an injury, I need my money back
To pay for the damage, all of my women are savage
They call me daddy, post nut I get clarity, parity
Victim to vanity, bad bitches not good for your sanity
Ask niggas, they'll fuck with you happily
They enjoy causing agony
Attitude playing hide and seek
Using make up tryna hide the beast
Like Monta Ellis near a PC
When I finish I get PNC