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 gonna 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 I'm talk 'bout 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