Beckham - Nathaniel Oku

She got a body like a shot from Beckham

She got that Gucci tied around her waist

But I only saw her for a second

And I didn’t even catch her name

So have you seen her?

I can tell she different just by her demeanor

Shooting for the stars

She like a meteor

She like a meteor

And it might be a couple years until I’m seeing her, again

I got some time to waste

I got some lines to say

She was a dime, her frame

One of a kind, I pray

That I might see her again

Maybe I’m meeting her friends

Saw her hop into that Benz

I hope this isn’t the end

Baby where you going?

What you doing?

Why you moving if it ain’t on me?

We could flex or we could stay low-key

Rocking Gucci, but it ain’t for free

I get it I get it

But I ain’t getting them digits

I just wanna hit it all the time

Wanna slice of that pie

Shoot my shot it’s a 3 point

1 for you

I’m tryna multiply

I know I know

I take it slow

And that don’t help me sometimes

See I don’t know where you’re going

But I know that I love it

Think I could chase you all night

I’m smashing the gas pedal ain’t no pumping the brakes

And if I got cops on my ass then tell 'em fuck it come race me

Baby I’m stuck in the matrix

My inhibitions distorted

I thought this all in my head

As she walked outta that door

She got a body like a shot from Beckham

She got that Gucci tied around her waist

But I only saw her for a second (for a second)

And I didn’t even catch her name (no I didn’t)

So have you seen her?

(have you seen her?)

I can tell she different just by her demeanor (her demeanor 2x)

Shooting for the stars

She like a meteor (like a)

She like a meteor (like a)

And it might be a couple years until I’m seeing her, again

Why would she come around

Back around

'Cause she got it all

Got it all

Figured out

She the type to make waiting worth it

All the hype around she deserve it

Turn my life around so she notice

I might pull up in a Focus

Windows open, nothing foreign

I’m a local, riding solo

Till she hop in and close the door

I’d be on and off tour

Swerving off course

Gas on the floor

Passing me more

I hope that’s what she like

And I might just be going crazy

Dazed and I can’t evade it

Daily and never fading

But it’s love and I don’t hate it 'cause

She got a body like a shot from Beckham

She got that Gucci tied around her waist

But I only saw her for a second

And I didn’t even catch her name

So have you seen her?

I can tell she different just by her demeanor

Shooting for the stars

She like a meteor

She like a meteor

And it might be a couple years until I’m seeing her, again