RENT DUE, STILL FRESH [Intro] I ain’t got it like that. I just know how to make a little look intentional. [Verse 1] She got a passport personality, her exes speak in accents Two clean hoodies in rotation, still convinced I’m into fashion She can smell a cheap cologne, can’t detect when I’m distracted Said my life don’t look expensive, I said, “Neither does your caption” Fresh tee, old sneakers, both got stories worth repeating Make a bad impression look like I was being strategic She got standards in the clouds, her budget somewhere grounded Talks in first-class terminology, still splits the Uber outing Window-shopping like I’m scouting, every rack’s a negotiation Taste above my tax bracket, that’s a dangerous combination Bottle got a twist-off, still I pour it like it’s vintage If the label ain’t impressive, keep the lighting real specific She said, “You got potential,” like she’s making an investment I said, “You got expensive taste,” like that’s a flaw I’m interested in We both dressing up our circumstances for the evening Her card declined at dinner, mine was home for safekeeping [Hook] Rent due, still fresh Little money, big finesse Can’t afford to be impressed Make a little stretch One good shirt, one good night Two missed calls, bad advice We ain’t rich, but we alright Make a little look like a lot [Verse 2] She got curls from three continents, the attitude’s domestic Says she likes a man with plans; I got several, none are tested Her last dude drove a German car, apparently pathetic Mine got one working window, but the stereo eclectic She asked if I’m a spender, I said, “Depends what we’re discussing” I can turn a ten into a story, that’s a different kind of budgeting Women with a shopping cart that cost more than my mattress Friend wears a fake Rolex with genuinely good habits Not broke enough for pity, not rich enough for privacy Everybody wants the finer things; the finer things keep pricing me Could buy the name-brand version, generic tastes the same Still I turn the bottle outward when somebody asks the name Barber got me looking like I came with recommendations Whole fit cost less than what they charge for reservations She said I clean up nice, I said, “You should’ve seen the laundry” Got a talent for appearing like I got somewhere important [Hook] Rent due, still fresh Little money, big finesse Can’t afford to be impressed Make a little stretch One good shirt, one good night Two missed calls, bad advice We ain’t rich, but we alright Make a little look like a lot [Verse 3] Champagne ambitions with a ginger ale allowance Talk like I got options, get nervous when she says she’s outside Five minutes out, now the whole apartment’s getting audited Hide the laundry, clear the counter, make the clutter look imported She reads me like a warning label, still wants to know the contents I check the menu first, then act like I decided on it My bank app got a sense of humor, every check is comedy Direct deposit plays hide-and-seek; rent always finds me properly One chain, two occasions, three different levels of chemistry She wants somebody established; I’m a work in progress, evidently I don’t sell a fantasy, I just know how to present it If confidence was taxable, I’d owe the government a fortune [Bridge] I ain’t selling you a dream I’m just dressed for the occasion There’s a difference between pretending And having good presentation [Final Verse] She can spot designer stitching, I can spot the rent approaching Fridge gets quiet near the first, suddenly the pantry’s closing I don’t do the fake-rich act, that’s a full-time occupation Rather tell a funny story than invent a reservation Sneakers seen more pavement than a city planning meeting Still I walk in like the floor’s been waiting all evening I ain’t made it, I admit it, but I’m never out of material Pockets might be regular; the punchlines imperial [Outro] Still got the shirt. Still got the bill. Still got somewhere to be.
