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Where to start

I don't know where to start, but I just want to know when to begin
I don't know where we are, but I just want to go with you again
I don't know where to start, but I just want to show you what it is
I'm 'bout the Lord, my God, so kill me now unless you want (Hey, lil' fine)

I'm exercising my vulnerability, but you spend all my energy
But you see me like I don't see me, I don't want to live in that bedroom
Aye, that 20/20 low, that PRK vision
Every time I lay sixteen, they stay squintin'
But you still doubtin' me like I'm the same nigga
Same nigga, same nigga, lame nigga, lame nigga
My job got you feeling I'm too dangerous
We done made it through the flames in L.A., and shit
Wait a bit, stay a bit, grateful I pray for this
I'm sick of time, but you really on that patient shit
I know you tryna pace this shit
But I haven't seen your face in years, it's been a day, bae

I don't know what to call it, but I'm never calling you a friend
I'm unthawing this hard, I never thought that I'd ever use again
And I don't know where we are, and I don't give a donut where you been
'Cause I'm 'bout the Lord, it's God, so kill me now unless you want, mm

So it's on now, and I'm on what you on, what you on though
My Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, yeah
So it's on now, and I'm on what you on, what you on, though
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

It's the grace you give me
It's the way I want you here when I'm way too busy
It's the way you never get when I'm anxious, really
How you this patient with me?
Speaking like without having conversations with me
Look at the stares you doing
Them soft eyes, my body sway like Medusa
I love my privacy, but I'm way too proud of this woman
Gather 'round for this woman
Put your hands together, and make it clap, clap, clap

Aye, pick it up, I gotta give it up
That's what down is time, but don't gotta be a crutch
Don't wanna be attached, that happens getting close
There's power in your ass, there's more power in your touch, though
Everything a lot, but not enough, though
Keep it on the low, I need to know for the must-knows
Yeah, I'm deacon, but I'm start though
I feel like Whiplash meets Love Jones, what's up, though?

I don't know where we goin', but I just want to go until the end
I'm unthawing this hard, I never thought I'd ever use again
And I can play my new part and never-ever-ever play pretend
'Cause I'm about the Lord, my God, I'm about the Lord, my God, I'm about the Lord, my Lord

Pick it up, I gotta pick it up
Woman of the Year, every day that's in a month
Pick it up, I gotta pick it up
Baby, you're my life, this is more than a crush, though

My love, my love
My love, love, love, love, love