Impress Me

Yeah, I see you pullin’ up in that matte black ride,
Engine growlin’ loud like it’s tryna catch my vibe.
Rims so clean, yeah they flash in the sun,
But I’m lookin’ for more than a flex and a run.
You rockin’ gold chains, diamonds in your smile,
Talkin’ big stacks, like that’s supposed to beguile.
But I’ve seen it all, babe, this ain’t my first scene—
Flash don’t last long if the soul ain't clean.

I’m not impressed with your car,
Not your rings, not your shades, not your stack at the bar.
Impress me with your touch,
With your grace, with your kiss, with the way that you love.
I want real, not a show,
Something deeper than the glitter you throw.
If you wanna get close,
Impress me with your soul, baby, not what you own.

Tell me somethin’ real, like your fears in the dark,
How you hold someone close when the world feels sharp.
You can’t buy that truth with a platinum card,
But a soft word right—man, that hits hard.
Got a thousand likes? I don’t really care,
Can you read my mood by the way I stare?
Can you hold me down when the storm winds blow?
Now that’s the kind of wealth I wanna know.

I’m not impressed with your ride,
Not your jets, not your watch, not the suits that you buy.
Impress me with your time,
With your heart, with your laugh, with the peace in your mind.
I want fire, not flash,
Somethin’ warm that was built to last.
If you wanna stand tall,
Show me love that don’t fall when the money calls.

You can’t lease my love, can’t rent my trust,
All that shine turns to rust.
Show me you, not your brand,
Not the keys in your hand, but the strength in your stand.
[Outro – Spoken Word Flow]
So keep your Lambo dreams and Versace fits,
Give me late-night talks and forehead kiss.
If you really wanna be the one I miss,
Bring your soul, not your list.