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Zoe

Album: The Ghost of Albizu Durasi: 3:02

Dedicated to

This dedicated to the real

Yeah

Seen it on her face like she had something to say

Proceeded to approach, the smile say I made her day

Looking like a crème brûlée, girl, you get here on a tray?

Forgive me as she smirked, politely asked her for her name

She said, "Zoe," I said, "Fev," she said, "Fev?" I said, "Yup"

She said, "For real?" I said, "What?

" She said, "Your mama made that up?"

Real name made her blush, caught her waiting for her bus

On her way back home from work, I was heading to her lunch

Told her, "I'll be glad to miss it, you really tryna kick it?"

Told her that I smoke and if she smoke, then let's get lifted

I would gladly pay your Lyft, you ain't even gotta trip

Just come and talk to me, I'm really tryna co-exist

And just as she replied, her bus pulled up on the slide

She stopped, looked at her ride and said, "Maybe another time"

Kept it pushing, as did I, checked my 'Gram and there she lie

She followed and I followed back, girl, I'm verified in these streets

Uh, it's real talk, it's like I can't get her off my mind

It's like ever since I seen her, it's been all about her

Messing up my day, you know, it's— uh, man, this shit is

Yeah, yeah

Days turned into weeks, then one night out with my peeps

My homie tells me, "Fev, I got someone you should meet"

Took my eyes up off my weed, when I look up, who I see?

It's Zoe looking good, but just as surprised as me

He said, "Zoe, this is Fev," she said, "Fev?" I said, "Yup"

She said, "I heard your name before," I said, "My mama made it up"

He said, "I'm sure you'll get along," we danced for a few songs

We stepped out to get high and as our night done moved along

3 AM, we exit out of the club

4 AM, me and Zoe in love

A few hours later, sounds from Jamaica

I'm waking up alone, still wanting to rub

Now days turn to weeks, I'm on the 'Gram on the creeps

Sending DM after DM which she barely even read

Left me on seen, won't reply to a thing

Zoe— (Say what?) call me back, baby girl, you in my dreams, like

Shit hard to even write rhymes now, all I see is Zoe— (Word)

It's like, damn, man, every movie is Zoe

Everything is— it's like everywhere

I go, I meet her, man, this shit, uh

I'ma keep rapping 'til I get her, you heard?

Right

Then there are the rules

It's gotta be entertaining

Gotta tell a story

Can't be too obvious, but it can't be too obscure either

Anyway