Names

I can remember it vividly. Hitting you from the back until I hit the mattress,
blossoming from your energy
I’m feeling posthumous, phosphorous prosperous. Maybe this just the start for us
Maybe we should Waffle House
Maybe just, maybe we—"Can you not?
Niggas always contain you in a box, and then claim you as a thot
When niggas really turn lame. Post slang of the rock
Just cuz I’m straight on the talk, trynna hang and whatnot."
Well, you ain’t just another dame. Girl, you framed, work of art
And I’m pained cuz I can’t recall your name. What the fuck?
Pre-Chorus:
Know it’s something like Nessa. Like Sierra. Like Jalisa
Yeah, when we was bumping, you was yelling; For the heavens; I’m not a preacher
Damn, we was jumping. We was gelling. What the hell, it ain’t no telling.
Why the fuck I can’t remember your name
Damn. Shit’s strange
Hook (x2):
Strange. How I remember that good time, but can’t remember your name
Was you always so fine? I can’t remember. You’ve changed
The only thing that’s on my mind is one thing:
What the fuck is her (your) name
I’m having visions of chivalry. You shivering
Cross the cot while I’m hot and horny, ornery for your synergy
I’m feeling nauseous, cautious and positive
That you want it as bad as this. I shouldn’t make it obvious
Maybe just, maybe just—Can we rock?
People always contain you in a box when you bang first night
But, shit, if we really hanged and attraction is the same, all that waiting
tends to kinda make it wane. Does it not?
You stop traffic, I’m surprised I’m in your lane on the bus
And I’m shamed cuz I can’t recall your name. What the fuck?
Outro (x2):
How I remember all that good time, but not your name?
Oh, baby, was you always so fine? Cause I think you’ve changed
You ran away. One thing:
What is her name. Ooh, ain’t shit strange?