[Verse 1 - Quay]
God, please help with my affinities
These bad women, smart girl tendencies
I get around like PAC every time panties drop
Time for business and watch me rise like stock
Cuz, this all payback, fool
Shoo! Let's keep it real: I was a Black nerd in a white school
Yeah, scooped maybe a girl or two
But them few girls turned into a swimmin' pool
When book knowledge gave me the upper hand
Gift of gab on campus with the lay of the land
Greek letters turned me into a bad ass frat man
Got me so far gone--- no Aubrey Graham--- but damn
What would you do with women gettin at cha
And your conscience feelin' horrible after?
But you couldn't tell this story after
Shout out the girls that write these stanzas

[Hook - Redefine Liz]
Skin, just like a fortress
Holdin' me hostage
From the crown within my reach
Today, I wake up lively
Finally free
And finally conscious

[Verse 2 - Quay]
Lookin' for a vixen: have you seen her?
Oh that's your girl? Tell me, can I meet her?
Nevermind, I'm in the mind of findin'
A woman that don't do what I say like Simon
Let me explain what's goin on
I don't like 'em fashionable with the
You know, girl that's marchin' with her heels on
Or hoody on in the club twerkin' it for Trayvon
Na, I'm lookin for the real deal, Holyfield
One that can spar a couple rounds in both fields
So good deal if we could zone tonight
Philosophy over shot of Patron on ice
You can tell me what got you feelin' right
And I oblige, girl, just hit them lights
Just remember by the time the sun rise
We done fell in and out of love at the same damn time, uh

[Hook - Redefine Liz]
Skin, just like a fortress
Holdin' me hostage
From the crown within my reach
Today, I wake up lively
Finally free
And finally conscious

[Verse 3 - Quay]
Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? No?
Would you believe me if I said I could stroke? Oh.
Well, we both know your king a down low queen
Ahem, I mean, we both should be free to do our own thing
We can do what we want: no judgment in here
We both might regret it tomorrow, I fear
Can a brotha repent for his sins
Even though he enjoyed when he was gettin' it in?
Is it wrong that I'm addicted to skin?
What if I promise to never do it again??
We know I'm lyin' 'cause ain't no time for the conscience to climb in
The next just text and I'm already ridin'
To the next stop, got another at my spot
It's wrong, I know
It ain't make me a man though
But it made me the man though...