This is a song about "Stuff"

We don't ever make love

I'm hooked on that good stuff

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

That's why i shine like i does

I got glasses to see stuff,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

The stuff we could have learned

And for me it's reversed

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I can't ever change without you

Punchin stuff just dont get through