Keats - Rumi's Lyrics

If you don't got time we could make time
I know a lil' spot by the wayside
Take you to the mall put you in a lil' dress to be honest I ain't f*ckin' wit' them waste highs
Know you like to be alone all up in ya safe zone all good it's relaxed in the daytime
I could tip a hundred for the wait time
So lemme' get ya number in the meantime

Lemme take you to Rumi's
Make it feel like a movie
The water it sparkle
The valet is boujee
Imma put you on a level
You deserve way more than fries and a two piece
Ice and baguettes on ya neck wit some Lou'V
Spit you the game and it hit like a loogie

Lemme take you to Rumi's
Make you feel like a model
The wine is imported
Pick out a bottle
The olives and feta
The napkins are threaded
The fountain drip water
The menus are linen

I'm just tryn' take you out that don't take much
Throw a few bills on a quick lunch
I know we just met but my name's Keats all up in ya city of Atlanta like I'm King Tut
And you know you look bad but you focused on the bag
So you gotta walk around wit ya walls up
Curvin' niggas all the time cuz they sound sus
Kind that lose it when they look at what they can't touch
But it's lookin' pretty nice on the vibe check
Lookin' like you feelin' down for a slight flex
Type of guy to pay the bill wit a blank check
Keep ya lobes iced out wit some nice sets
See you givin' me the look and you know strong eye contact pre rec for some nice sex.
Take a sip, take it down, fill it up, notha' round in a sec ain't no tellin' what I might text

I can put you onto things
Pencil me in for the day
In between yo' 9 to 5
Get some food and conversate
Compensation ain't no thing
If your Uber's on the way
I'm just tryna' treat you right
Let me take you for the day.

Lemme take you to Rumi's
Make it feel like a movie
The water it sparkle
The valet is boujee
Imma put you on a level
You deserve way more than fries and a two piece
Ice and baguettes on ya neck wit some Lou'V
Spit you the game and it hit like a loogie

Lemme take you to Rumi's
Make you feel like a model
The wine is imported
Pick out a bottle
The olives and feta
The napkins are threaded
The fountain drip water
The menus are linen

We can fly to SoHo
Your expenses all paid
Make it all about you
Put your phone on airplane and
I don't do this all the time
But you runnin' through my mind
So I had to get a taste of you

Lemme take you to Rumi's
Make it feel like a movie
The water it sparkle
The valet is boujee
Imma put you on a level
You deserve way more than fries and a two piece
Ice and baguettes on ya neck wit some Lou'V
Spit you the game and it hit like a loogie

Lemme take you to Rumi's
Make you feel like a model
The wine is imported
Pick out a bottle
The olives and feta
The napkins are threaded
The fountain drip water
The menus are linen