Am I wrong? That I don't want
An ordinary diva
To yearn for an Afrocentric leader
I'd rather have a Queen of Sheba
A freedom queen
A trap queen
Is not what I seem to be in need of
Indeed a, proper queendom
Should compliment my kingdom
Of black intelligence, no reason to
Think we dumb
Illuminated consciousness
Epitomized beacons
Of light-love is how their people see
Them 'cause can become
Greatness, which we exhibit like museums
And we don't care how it goes down in the DMs
That's a bad religion that I'm not practicing with
But tell me if I'm wrong for not wanting the baddest bitches
Most of these THOTs are capitalistic
But they don't handle their business
So how can they handle a good man with commitment
Guess they lack the logistics, maybe their dad was missing
I might not know the half but I know the damn statistics

Am I wrong if I’m losing myself
Could it be I’m losing myself
Can she say I’m losing myself
In you I’m losing myself tonight

I want an original woman, I'm not
Seeking a copy
Someone who knows who they are
And they know what I'm not, see
I'm not a Cuban drug lord
So if you're calling me daddy or papi
Then I'm not messing with Jew like a Nazi
I'm seeking godly, not a woman
Who's gaudy
Or haughty, I want her confident instead of being cocky
And am I wrong if I don't care for side chic
I love an hourglass, but can she show me that she's timeless
Divine bliss, soldier of
Love, military minded
Kills with kindness, but it doesn't mean she's violent
But that doesn't mean she can't be
Overall, she still attracts me
Elation, celebration, she makes me so damn happy
I'm behind her all the way, unless we’re switching positions
My knowledge talks and she listens
Her wisdom walks and I follow
Until today is tomorrow
I heard that now is forever
And that forever is God, so it’s good

Am I wrong if I’m losing myself
Could it be I’m losing myself
Can she say I’m losing myself
In you I’m losing myself tonight

Our destination is now, I guess for now this is God
So it's good, I hope it's all understood
But am I wrong? Am I tripping
What am I missing
Am I old-fashioned? This new fashion they’re giving
Is classless like Communism
Sharing your assets, and that phat ass
On Instagram, for the masses to have access
Am I wrong to think that's madness
To think it's my eyes, they're for/four
Like I'm wearing glasses
To stick together like glue on a magnet
Stuck to glue on another magnet
Is a woman so real that this becomes
Hard to imagine? Damn
I don't think that I'm grown
But I still think I can grow
Wiser with my equal, someone to give me balance
A marriage, a real challenge, not a Facebook pageant
I don't need a trophy wife, I need more than an actress
Sure, nobody is perfect, that's 'cause nobody will practice

Am I wrong if I’m losing myself
Could it be I’m losing myself
Can she say I’m losing myself
In you I’m losing myself tonight

I don't wanna fall in love like some of
These guys I know
I wanna rise in love until the skies
Above transform to the skies below
Am I wrong to be above the nonsense
Does that make me sort of pompous
Am I wrong for being honest
To think that love should make you conscious
At least that's how it seems to me
I'm feeling like a Prince Akeem
That doesn't need a Queen B, but a Queen to be
The one who awakens my inner deity
As I’m

I’m losing myself
I’m losing myself
I’m losing myself
I’m losing myself tonight