Vibes in my apartment
Kissing on my ear she don't know what she starting
Talking money over episodes of Martin
I go easy on her but she say that I'm the hardest
In a couple hours we'll probably hit the party
Probably somewhere nice so do your best to dress accordingly
Patience is a virtue
I ain't tryna hurt you
I'm nervous, you nervous
Who gon' make the first move
You like the baddest chick
She like you talented
Looking at you and I'm seeing nothing average
I like our auto girl, I like your fashion sense
Will I see more of you
She said well that depends
Heavy vibes at my crib
Had dames, hella girls at the show I live
Girls taking aback at shit we been doing since kids
New York city girl this is how it is

And all these girls are photogenic
But you're just so independent
And this club is just too crowded
I know you prefer some silence
We can listen to the rain
'cause the sky is looking cloudy
Fuck this weather
Lets be lonely together
Come over
I think you should come over
Mmmhmmmm
Come over
Come over, come over, come over
Mmmmmhmmmm

Me and you yo we really like the opposites
I'm just in the money I ain't really with the politics
But you vibing and I'm vibing and it's obvious
Okay I'm sorry yes tonight I'm an apologist
Roll a joint get straight to the point
Homie brought a couple valium, so we out of it
Blurry ass night we have a lot of these
I spit philosophy, the black Socrates
I'm getting tired of these hoes 'cause they tiring
I need a girl I can watch SportsCenter with
I need a girl that can smoke all night
'cause too high is just something that I never get
I need a girl that's always on time
This sour jack got a nigga getting negligent
For some reason I can only think about you
Staring at you and it's evident

And all these girls are photogenic
But you're just so independent
And this club is just too crowded
I know you prefer some silence
We can listen to the rain
'cause the sky is looking cloudy
Fuck this weather
Lets be lonely together
Come over
I think you should come over
Mmmhmmmm
Come over
Come over, come over, come over
Mmmmmhmmmm

And to the pretty girls in the yoga pants
Ya make me wanna slow dance
Ya make me wanna hold hands
It's not love it's just romance
And to the pretty girls with the brown hair
I just wanna have a drink with ya
I just wanna smoke a joint with ya
I just really wanna think with ya find out where your mind's at
I like your auto girl, I like where your vibe's at
Girl lets make a classic
Lets make something that they'll study in the history classes
And to the black girls with ya pretty self
Say mother fuck a man you don't need help
And to the blonde girls at the bar alone
If you don't got a ride I can take you home
I can take you home
I can take you home
I can take you home

And all these girls are photogenic
But you're just so independent
And this club is just too crowded
I know you prefer some silence
We can listen to the rain
'cause the sky is looking cloudy
Fuck this weather
Lets be lonely together
Come over
I think you should come over
Mmmhmmmm
Come over
Come over, come over, come over
Mmmmmhmmmm

[Dialogue from 'New York, I Love You']