Spiritual

So pull, get up, wake up, and fuck a real nigga
And when I'm on my way
Stay up, way up, make love, to a real nigga

Now I'm counting on you
I'm counting on you to be that thing
That no else has seen, that no one else but me
I believe in you, I believe in you
And not just your body
I think we have something spiritual

I need something from you that you've never been tonight
Need something that's gon' last me past midnight
This ain't boyfriend girlfriend shit, average marriage shit
No Disney princess shit, we way past picket fences

This that rich nigga shit
This that wealth, this that good health, stealth
This is as big as it gets
Anybody can have sex
But not everybody can have security
Everybody can fall in love
But to people love never means the same thing

So let me be your king
You'll be my queen
Let me do me, I'll keep you clean
You keep it hot, keep you in drops
I'll care for you, I'll never stop
Console you, hold you
I knew you, the old you

Niggas think they'll bring a ring to the altar
You'll never hear the truth 'bout everything else
That you might need, shit that you can't see
The shit that make the world go 'round for real
Until I'm livin' life, for real

Tryna show you that you're a goddess
Raise your ceiling, people waiting to get to heaven
When heaven is in the air
Just breathe, you're in it (you're in it)