Spiritual

So pull, get up, wake up, and fuck a real nigga
 And when I'm on my way
 Stay up, way up, make love, to a real nigga
 Now I'm counting on you
 I'm counting on you to be that thing
 That no else has seen, that no one else but me
 I believe in you, I believe in you
 And not just your body
 I think we have something spiritual
 I need something from you that you've never been tonight
 Need something that's gon' last me past midnight
 This ain't boyfriend girlfriend shit, average marriage shit
 No Disney princess shit, we way past picket fences
 This that rich nigga shit
 This that wealth, this that good health, stealth
 This is as big as it gets
 Anybody can have sex
 But not everybody can have security
 Everybody can fall in love
 But to people love never means the same thing
 So let me be your king
 You'll be my queen
 Let me do me, I'll keep you clean
 You keep it hot, keep you in drops
 I'll care for you, I'll never stop
 Console you, hold you
 I knew you, the old you
 Niggas think they'll bring a ring to the altar
 You'll never hear the truth 'bout everything else
 That you might need, shit that you can't see
 The shit that make the world go 'round for real
 Until I'm livin' life, for real
 Tryna show you that you're a goddess
 Raise your ceiling, people waiting to get to heaven
 When heaven is in the air
 Just breathe, you're in it (you're in it)