Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Mmmm
My head is heavy
The music bumpin'
And I've been sippin on the bevvy
I'm up to something
I think
Think I'm talkin' tipsy
To talk to shorty
But the vibe is automatic
Out of body
And I tell her baby dance
Come on baby, dance
And then maybe you can tell me handsome
And get romantic
I need I need I need you pouncing
I need you pouncing
Baby baby come around then
I need the answers
And a way to rock the body
Like I'm driving all erratic
The Maserati
I don't really care if it's a Nissan
Cause at the party
I'll throw a f*ckin' fit in front of everybody
In a Huni hoodie god damn
It's a two-part plan
In like ten years' time
Out the coupe-artments
That's the two-door homes
With the two-block fence
I got two good clothes
And a few calm fits
I got two good years
With this cute calm bitch
We got too f*cked up
Time to get locked in
Enjoying the fact that nothing feel real
I say what is disassociate feelings
I do not know
We stare at the ceilings
Blend with these walls
We little chameleons
I can see stars, yeah
I can see visions
I can see all my future decisions
It don't feel real