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
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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
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
Writer: Arturo Ocampo
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