Interlude 2
A.B.G. Lyrics

Walking to the apartment, it's hard to get in
I'm struggling to keep my balance and focus as I make my way to the apartment

I'm sloppy drunk while I'm fighting the paranoia that set in
I'm heavily intoxicated, and trying my best to ignore the feelings of extreme anxiety that are creeping in

I'm looking over my shoulder at birds that's chirping and homeless people who didn't Deserve it
I'm nervous and paranoid, to the point where I'm second-guessing the intentions of innocent birds and homeless people

But fuck it, them n*****s make me nervous
Despite the illogical nature of my fear, I can't help but feel on edge around certain people

Hit up the girl from the party, see if she tryna work it
I'm reaching out to a girl I met at a recent party, to see if she's interested in coming over and hooking up

Or see what she working, I don't care what your purpose is
I'm not too concerned about her intentions, as long as she's down to come over and have some fun

You should just come, let's have some fun
I'm trying to convince her to come over, with the promise of a good time

I know you tryna get some love
I understand that her motivation may be to find affection or attention

I'm tryna run these one on ones
My goal is to have sexual encounters with her

I got the space if you can come
I have a location where we can be alone and undisturbed

We downing chasers after rum
We're quickly drinking shots of liquor, followed by mixers to mask the flavor

Told me lead her to the bed room for the follow up
She's given me the go-ahead to take her to the bedroom for sexual activity

And by the way she bad as fuck
She's incredibly attractive

And by the way she looking at the kid, I really feel the love
I'm interpreting her gaze as genuine affection or admiration

Second time we touching up
This isn't our first sexual encounter

Heavy pressure something tough
The pressure of performing sexually is intense and stressful

I must be decent, we freaking like it's the weekend
I'm good enough in bed to engage in sexual activities as if it's a weekend fling

I'm talking to her after, she think I'm really unique
Post-sex, she's expressing her admiration for me as a person

Said she heard my song and she really wanted to see
She's heard my music and wanted to meet me in person to get to know me better

If I was living a lie or I'm just as great as I seem
She's curious if my public persona is genuine or if it's an act

I don't know for real
I'm not sure myself if I'm living an authentic life or not

These late night thoughts kinda overkill
Late at night, my thoughts tend to spiral and become overwhelming

These late night talks make me really wanna waste time
Conversations with her at night make me want to stay up and chat, rather than getting much-needed rest

Miss her in the morning, tried to hit her on the facetime
I'm missing her the next morning, and attempting to contact her through FaceTime

Heard she chilling with another nigga, through the grapevine
I've heard rumors that she's spending time with another guy

Hate her when I see her, but I miss her at the same time
I have mixed feelings - I both resent her for being with someone else, but also have strong feelings of longing for her

'Cause we could not stay the same
Our relationship, whether romantic or sexual, cannot continue as it has been

But my feelings don't change
Despite the situation, my emotions towards her remain constant