Had a few of them things
Few of them
Yeah
Can I pull you for a chat?
Alright
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into the future
Shootin' for the stars
You in my aim like computer
Can I pull you for a chat?
I like your fit
The way you dressed doesn't fit in with the rest
Leave that for the birds who afraid to leave the nest
Come in hot, but come correct
Hot like cigarette
I gotta put a lighter to the
Pump, pump, pump
You like the way I gas you
It could be a cinderella story with the glass shoe
What if this doesn't work out?
No it has to
'Cause sometimes
This drink tell the truth
Right now it's saying you the baddest in the room
Sweep you off your feet like a broom
You got something in them jeans to consume
Yeah
Leave here with you for the rest of my days
Thoughts of our us went and infested my brain
We can dip from the crowd
Do our own thing
Do our own thing
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into our future
I know how we gon' maneuver
Get a 'yes' when I ask you
Will you be my shooter?
Like what's next?
Maybe ride off in the sunset
Rough se- wait
I can't speak on that enough said
But I'm tryna beat it like gorilla with a puffed chest
Kids with our features would be cute
Is that up next?
I don't know
Let's leave the world behind it's time to go
Geronimo
But we ain't coming down from the high
Be your Tylenol if your head hurt from the buzz
I'm your medicine man
Pull the curse the form your love
Then I
Pump, pump, pump
You like the way I gas you
It could be a cinderella story with the glass shoe
What if this doesn't work out?
No it has to
No it has to
'Cause sometimes this drink tell the truth
Right now it's saying you the baddest in the room
Sweep you off your feet like a broom
You got something in them jeans to consume
Yeah
Leave here with you for the rest of my days
Thoughts of our us went and infested my brain
We can dip from the crowd
Do our own thing
Let's do our own thing
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into the future
Shootin' for the stars
You in my aim like computer
Can I pull you for a chat?
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Had a few of them things
Few of them
Yeah
Can I pull you for a chat?
Alright
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into the future
Shootin' for the stars
You in my aim like computer
Can I pull you for a chat?
I like your fit
The way you dressed doesn't fit in with the rest
Leave that for the birds who afraid to leave the nest
Come in hot, but come correct
Hot like cigarette
I gotta put a lighter to the
Pump, pump, pump
You like the way I gas you
It could be a cinderella story with the glass shoe
What if this doesn't work out?
No it has to
'Cause sometimes
This drink tell the truth
Right now it's saying you the baddest in the room
Sweep you off your feet like a broom
You got something in them jeans to consume
Yeah
Leave here with you for the rest of my days
Thoughts of our us went and infested my brain
We can dip from the crowd
Do our own thing
Do our own thing
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into our future
I know how we gon' maneuver
Get a 'yes' when I ask you
Will you be my shooter?
Like what's next?
Maybe ride off in the sunset
Rough se- wait
I can't speak on that enough said
But I'm tryna beat it like gorilla with a puffed chest
Kids with our features would be cute
Is that up next?
I don't know
Let's leave the world behind it's time to go
Geronimo
But we ain't coming down from the high
Be your Tylenol if your head hurt from the buzz
I'm your medicine man
Pull the curse the form your love
Then I
Pump, pump, pump
You like the way I gas you
It could be a cinderella story with the glass shoe
What if this doesn't work out?
No it has to
No it has to
'Cause sometimes this drink tell the truth
Right now it's saying you the baddest in the room
Sweep you off your feet like a broom
You got something in them jeans to consume
Yeah
Leave here with you for the rest of my days
Thoughts of our us went and infested my brain
We can dip from the crowd
Do our own thing
Let's do our own thing
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into the future
Shootin' for the stars
You in my aim like computer
Can I pull you for a chat?
Few of them
Yeah
Can I pull you for a chat?
Alright
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into the future
Shootin' for the stars
You in my aim like computer
Can I pull you for a chat?
I like your fit
The way you dressed doesn't fit in with the rest
Leave that for the birds who afraid to leave the nest
Come in hot, but come correct
Hot like cigarette
I gotta put a lighter to the
Pump, pump, pump
You like the way I gas you
It could be a cinderella story with the glass shoe
What if this doesn't work out?
No it has to
'Cause sometimes
This drink tell the truth
Right now it's saying you the baddest in the room
Sweep you off your feet like a broom
You got something in them jeans to consume
Yeah
Leave here with you for the rest of my days
Thoughts of our us went and infested my brain
We can dip from the crowd
Do our own thing
Do our own thing
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into our future
I know how we gon' maneuver
Get a 'yes' when I ask you
Will you be my shooter?
Like what's next?
Maybe ride off in the sunset
Rough se- wait
I can't speak on that enough said
But I'm tryna beat it like gorilla with a puffed chest
Kids with our features would be cute
Is that up next?
I don't know
Let's leave the world behind it's time to go
Geronimo
But we ain't coming down from the high
Be your Tylenol if your head hurt from the buzz
I'm your medicine man
Pull the curse the form your love
Then I
Pump, pump, pump
You like the way I gas you
It could be a cinderella story with the glass shoe
What if this doesn't work out?
No it has to
No it has to
'Cause sometimes this drink tell the truth
Right now it's saying you the baddest in the room
Sweep you off your feet like a broom
You got something in them jeans to consume
Yeah
Leave here with you for the rest of my days
Thoughts of our us went and infested my brain
We can dip from the crowd
Do our own thing
Let's do our own thing
I got my eye on you like an Indiana Hoosier
6'3 baby I can see into the future
Shootin' for the stars
You in my aim like computer
Can I pull you for a chat?
Writer: Olliver Scott Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC