Lyrics

[Verse 1: Astro] Who they attract with that line ''What's your name, what's your sign?'' Jocks leave, watch the losers creep from behind I don't do this often, but I'ma make eye contact While I exchange my contacts With you, I'm far from a mac, I'm just real The way you stare make it hard for me to sit still So let's chill when your man ain't around I be Brooklyn like we own that town I can't guarantee shopping sprees But I could open doors and leave the key I be the L-A-M-E passport holder Bags on your shoulder, flash all over We be all over thuggin' on each other Be home in time to watch New York Undercover I know you ain't used to hanging with a loser But I'm just trying to brighten up the future Don't be afraid [Hook: Aaron Hall] Don't be afraid, my baby Everything will be alright Ain't no need to be afraid No way, no way [Verse 2: Astro] Let's chill by the clock tower Plan to invest in, yo, that's ours Tired of being texted? Yo, that's never 75% of the time we together You ain't the type of chick rockin' name brand clothes You still got style when you walk your shows So, dendin' your knees, but thinkin' of right places Lavish look, but chillin' livin' with the basics 90's baby, but girl, you got a feel like the 80's Could drive the most sane man crazy Stop traffic, behind the wheel they be starin' And influence front key tearing in your appearance And if I had to sum it all up, get with me I bet a hundred, I keep it a buck fifty You dig me? If so, we leave here today But you can't be afraid [Hook: Aaron Hall] Don't be afraid, my baby Everything will be alright Ain't no need to be afraid No way, no way [Outro: Astro] I mean you mad cool, yeah, I think I like you [?] (I can't dig this) Yo, can you dig what I'm kickin'? This a buff round of 'em But you still need a shovel 'cause the lines run deep We creep lowkey to the studio while you sleep Now you see the difference between you and me I'm on my dawg, you non-celestial but the bars But I'm a star So have a seat in my car and ride with me through the streets of Brooklyn- Yo, wassup? This is a P.E.S.A, public enemy service announcement. 'Cause I feel like this is something we gotta say