One, two
One, two
…Fall in love
…Things you do
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
…Things you do

One, two

People saying my music is on that next shit
People steady clicking my site, cause it’s legit
Follow me on Twitter, and pick up my new shit
Bow and give respect, cause Spanky is just fresh
I’m the cat who’s on the beat and the mic, and killing both
Niggas nod they head to my music like they controlled
Cut off my ear to miss your whole flow
You niggas ain’t picturing me, I be that Van Gogh
Fuck your wack shit, I don’t listen, I’m fastin’ forward
In my stereo, I sound beautiful, I’m making miracles
With women that’s centerfolds,
I'm out of this, for the credits read below
All instruments played by the S; all vocals is laid by the S
Love

… To fall in love
… Things you do
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do
Don’t sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do
Don’t sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do