Wes Brooks - Still Yours Lyrics

I'm in the zone with you, I don't ever plan on leaving
You got me hypnotized, can we share the weekend, love?
What is your schedule like?
Your mind, your body, your spirit, you're the special type
All we ever wan' do, chill with each other, talk life
Stare at the ceiling fan, f*ck again and again to the same song
But that's still my jam, and that's still your jam
'Cause we think of us every time that plays
Now everybody wanna die and go to heaven
But when I die if I could go to bed with her, that'll be my preference, lord
And I don't mean no disrespect to you, lord
But I gotta address this law, heaven or hell? Hell nah
Follow me out to the garage, lets hop in the whip and peel off
And get lost in our world for hours
Don't matter where we go, no it really don't matter though
We both got GPS on our phones, I'm so glad for that app
I'm so glad for your apple bottom, I gots to give it a smack
You ain't fall far from the tree, met your mom a couple months back
She did a great job with her seed, I'll be sure to water the plant
Like a f*cking nursery, son be hittin' it perfectly
That's just common courtesy, like how I hold the doors open
It's a public service taking you out, 'cause these niggas be scoping
Seems like every time I'm breaking out the music when we 'bout to do it
We wind up goin' back to the same song, ain't shit to complain on though
I'm in the zone with you, I don't ever plan on leaving
You got me hypnotized, can we share the weekend, love?
What is your schedule like?
Your mind, your body, your spirit, you're the special type
All we ever wan' do, chill with each other, talk life
Stare at the ceiling fan, f*ck again and again to the same song
But that's still my jam, and that's still your jam
'Cause we think of us every time that plays
I-I-I-I-I could never get tired of this
Lot of boys keep side bitches, that's cool and all but I'm fine with this
I-I-I-I love every minute I spend with you, we do more than f*ck
You got that conversation and got that confidence
Watching movies, losing track of what time it is
A little romantic comedy, whatever you do don't tell my friends
Don't you be trying to out me like bases loaded, I'm just playin', I'm not ashamed
Funny how we always have a happy ending but we never make it to the closing credits
Don't you forget it, remember before we did it?
Without any prior discussion, you called and said "baby I'm ready"
I said "let me take this exit, make a U then I'll be on my way to you
By the way you won't believe what's playing on the radio"
That's where it all started, Olive Garden for the a la carte
Had to build you up before I hit you with the hammer time to make you fall apart
Ain't taking nothing for granted 'cause I know we only grow older
Here's the soundtrack for tonight-ight-ight, run it back when it's over, yeah
I'm in the zone with you, I don't ever plan on leaving
You got me hypnotized, can we share the weekend, love?
What is your schedule like?
Your mind, your body, your spirit, you're the special type
All we ever wan' do, chill with each other, talk life
Stare at the ceiling fan, f*ck again and again to the same song
But that's still my jam, and that's still your jam
'Cause we think of us every time that plays
Still mine, still yours
Only if I could slow the time down
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Only if I could slow the time down, every time you around
Or better yet even stop it, I need that as an option
Shorty I'm good with you
Shorty I'm good with youu
I just wanna know where you came from, I don't understand it
Couldn't have planned it any better
Shorty I'm good
Run and tell them bitches I'm good with you