“House Picket Fence Type Sh*t” (Intro) Yeah… Baby girl wild for this one… I thought she was playin’… Till she sent that picture… (Verse 1) Woke up in a cell, same walls, same day, Count time, chow line, life don’t change. Phone ring, baby girl on my line, Soundin’ all excited, got a sparkle in her mind. Said, “Babe, I got somethin’ I gotta let you see,” I laughed, “What now? What you doin’ to me?” Then the picture came through and I damn near froze, Had to blink twice, thought my eyes got broke. My name on her finger, black ink, no cap, For a second I forgot where I was at. Nineteen years deep and my heart skipped tracks, Like somebody reached through the walls and brought it back. (Hook) I said, “Girl, what you doin’? That’s some crazy love.” She said, “Baby, that’s because you enough.” House picket fence type sh*t, that’s what I said, Tryna act cool while my whole face red. She got my name where the whole world can see, Like she ain’t ashamed to be ridin’ with me. I was sittin’ in prison, she was makin’ history, Put my name on her hand and tattooed it in me. (Verse 2) See, everybody talk big till it’s time to prove it, Everybody say forever till life starts movin’. But she different though, she don’t just talk that game, She looked at that needle and she wrote my name. Now I’m starin’ at the picture like, “Damn, that’s real.” Tryna find the words for the way I feel. Ain’t no jewelry, ain’t no mansion, ain’t no ring, Still the biggest gift anybody gave me. Cause she know my past, Know my mistakes, Know the bars, Know the years, Know the weight. Still chose me when she could’ve chose anybody else, Put my name on her finger and my heart on the shelf. (Hook) I said, “Girl, what you doin’? That’s some crazy love.” She said, “Baby, that’s because you enough.” House picket fence type sh*t, that’s what I said, Tryna act cool while my whole face red. She got my name where the whole world can see, Like she ain’t ashamed to be ridin’ with me. I was sittin’ in prison, she was makin’ history, Put my name on her hand and tattooed it in me. (Bridge) Now every time she sends a picture, I zoom in. Every time she waves her hand, There I am. Crazy how a little bit of ink can say so much, When the person holdin’ it means everything and such. She call herself Sunshine, And maybe that’s true, Cause somehow she found a way To shine right through. (Outro) So if anybody asks me what love look like, It ain’t diamonds, it ain’t money, it ain’t spotlight. It’s a woman who stayed when she didn’t have to, Who put my name on her hand and said, “I got you.” And baby girl… For the record… I still can’t believe you actually did that.
