What It Used To Be - NICOLAY, Wiz Khalifa

We was on some dinner and a movie

A steak place on court street

The movie startin at 12, so less time to eat

Barely talked while we ate, both kinda shy

But you was 10, out and in, so I gotta try

Small talk, like I’m runnin for president

Makin her laugh and such, back to an uncomfortable hush

Paid the bill and then jet

11:50, I said, «Check» — heh-heh

Hit the movies a lil' late, but she the main feature

Get to the seats, asked me to get her some sweets

Eww, Jujubes, hopefully they taste better

Off of her teeth — hold up, Nic.

Yo, left arm around her neck, the scent so sweet

Like Nicolay on beats, smiles dimples and cheeks

Still kinda awkward, but the tension is there

The way she touched my leg, the way I play with her hair

Black chick lettin you touch her weave is rare

Spilt in her black jean skirt, I tried not to stare

Half-button her red purse, shirt to match

And her hand in the popcorn, the tub is in my lap

Ooh!

Ain’t nothing tame in the game, it don’t change

Cover your eyes, he’s got a surprise, shorty

Cover your eyes, she’s got a surprise, brother

Shaped like a Colt .55, honey had a +Major Figga+ like Ab-Liva

Got her hair dyed up, black with red stripes

A Prada bag buyer;

you would think conceit, but she actually sweet

Like when I first met her, she was happy to meet

Shook my hand and now our eyes started to dance

I sized her up, and it upped my size

I mean, look at her eyes and look at her thighs

How could I deny intimidation?

She know the shit but wasn’t hatin, she was cooler than refrigeration

Kept talkin on the street until I mention datin

I took her number like communion, hopin to make a union

Continued to speak and then back to hear

Kinda tipsy, I’d give up my rap career

For this pretty young thing at eighteen

What of her face seem to bring, I’m wait-in

Sippin the drink at dinner, the flick is over

We add litter to the floor but candy, she want some more

Last visit to the snack bar, then to a cab, par

It’s two in the morn, plus in the cab, I’m mad hard

«Von, it’s too late for me to go to the house

My moms don’t play around, by now I’m locked out

Maybe I should call my girl» In other words

She comin over to rock my world

I got this girl!

Bring that pretty ass to my crib (oooooh!!)

So we could sit down and talk for hours

Scratch that, get down and fork for hours

Snatch that, surround my cork for hours

Naw, I’m buggin, thirty-five minutes later, she done in

We get hungry after the session, she go for the oven

Makin hot dogs, she drank ALL the lemonade

Ate ALL the chips, ALL the Minute Maid

She has to go, but we stayin in touch

Next week, next date, we ain’t sayin as much

Or playin as much, it’s more like, «You ready to go now?»

I’m givin her the look like, «You ready to bone now, or what?»

We take it to her crib, I’m diggin in her ribs

And now I’m walkin 'round the crib

Family flicks and graduation, a brown living room set

A beige carpet and a PlayStation

Couple of books and more pictures

Opened up her baby album and snickered, coulda cried a river

'Cuase of one picture, she was no older than three

Standin wit a little boy that look just like me

Same hair, same face, matter fact that is me

Recalled '87 when I had that ten-speed

Asked her about it, and as far as she remembers

It was taken by her moms, a reunion in Virginia

Speak of the devil, her mother enters

OH DAMN, it’s Aunt Linda!

Now clap yo' hands, I know you want to (one, two)

Now sing along, I know you want to (one, two)

Now stomp yo' feet, I know you (one, two)

Just feel the vibe, I know you (one, two)

La-LAH-la-lah, I know you want to (one, two)

Zah-ZINGA-zing, I know you want to (one, two)

Zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom, I know you want to (one, two)

And we do it like this, I know you want to (one, two)