Lyrics

If they could feel
what I feel
when I see a beautiful
woman
They would know
the hatin’ is straight
personal confusion

but her beauty is
a gift randomly given
how I tire of flippancy
and pseudo affection
my time is short
I need real connection

[Trumpet]

My frequency is frequently
jammed with little
thought of ease
I know my vibe is hard
to read, so I chill it out
we’ll work it out
Don’t know about
love so it just gets
this song