You say you wanted to see me later
And your eyes told me you ain't pretendin'
Pull up and pay me a visit
Let's talk about life, I ain't trippin'
Vent to me, baby
After that, we should get intimate, baby
I'm tryna do somethin' explicit.

All of these songs are for you
Every time that I write a love song
I just get closer to the truth
There's just somethin' about you, baby
All of these songs are for you.

I'm thinkin' of lovin' you all the way like nothin' is holdin' me back.

I said some things, I should've said more
My words were right, your jaw hit the floor
I wish I said what I thought I said before.

I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say, when I feel
And I look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real.

I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie, even if they tell sweet lullabies that come with a smell of a dozen roses flipping down the green hill.

You're living in a world that come with plan B
'Cause plan A never relay a guarantee
And plan C never could say just what it was
And your plans only can pan around love.

You love him, you love them, you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts.

Living in a world that come with plan B
'Cause plan A only can make another mistake
And you can't see success coming from plan C
When it all breaks, you'll still say you're lovely.

The reason why I know you very well
'Cause we have the same eyes, can't you tell?

The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal.

When living in a world that come with plan B
A scapegoat 'cause plan A don't come free
And plan C just an excuse like "because"
Or the word "but," but what if I got love?

I love what you have to offer
In fact, I love it so much, I don't love anything else
To the point I should hate everything I do love
Should I hate living my life inside the club?
Should I hate her for watching me for that reason?
Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'?
Should I hate them for telling me "ball out"?
Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' about
Hating all money, power, respect in my will
Or hating the fact none of that shit make me real?

Any nigga can kill a man, that don't make you real
Real is responsibility
Real is taking care of your family
Real is God.