[Hook - Ceeko]
See baby know you really want me
Running up on stage just to touch me (ah ah ah)
I know you want me
You've been flipping out pulling out fronting
Oh my god
I know its nothing
But where were you when I was nothing
You just want that smooth talker
Oh my god
Stop fronting
No I ain't giving you nothing
Nada nada
But I'ma give you this na-nah

[Verse 1 - Julian A.K]
Flow to the master add a verse to the verse
That she placed inside her purse
In her pursuit of the man in suite
Not the average set: collared shirt and tie
But rather jumping on stage for the ultimate highs
Like D.M.T mixed with LSD set it off
When you smell the odor of the T-H-C
Leave the crowd blazed, spat my rap for her on this day
Twisted it up like my dreadlocks
Words interlocked like a figure 4 leg lock
Told her that only I'd rather know whats running through her head
Not to concerned bout getting in her legs
Take them high heels off, put on the SB dunks on
Before we get to rick James and the funk songs
What do you say? Verses are laid
Heading straight to the page of different days
Many conversations in the destinations
Where you could be placed in explanations
Of your flash backs occurring
Now your hearts racing and pacing, the feeling is amazing
Your loving me like you just took MD
Grooving to the light of the moon
At the groove in the moo
Tame Impala soothes the midnight blues that we may choose
Man how can we lose
Star light star bright wish upon a stars tonight
I chose the light in which we ignited
Pinched a mushroom, it was blue
We consumed, what ensued
The views that we once knew all seemed renewed
Talking bout this that yap yap
Yabadabadooo to the old work crew
Spat this one reminiscing about "me and you"
No Cassie though, More D’Angelo
Brown Sugar to the Devils Pie
Not a word of a lie

[Hook - Ceeko & Wolfi]
See baby know you really want me
(I really feel it all)
Running up on stage just to touch me
(Fall to the cause)
I know its nothing
(Demons they call)
You've been flipping out pulling out fronting
(Got visions to fall)
Oh my god
I know its nothing
(Feeling this energy you are my remedy)
Oh my god
I know its nothing
(I'm feeling you and its making no sense to me)
I'm feeling something
(You is a fan of the man)
So no I can't take you further

[Verse 2 - Sebby]
Saw me through the crowd, in the maze and said I stand out
Pulled me aside on her lonesome so she got her chance now
Said we can kick after hours and see how it pans out
Throwing off looks; like she wanna see my pants down
Hands down, hands off you really think you can cop?
Must've lost the damn plot, you got balls like Sandlot
If you really about this music then you be the mascot
Don't think you know the legacy, ask Mr San Scott
Wait....
We're just as bad as each other
Got a secret pocket in my jacket where I stash the rubber
Under covers we don't slumber
Pack a slugger, best be tougher
On a upper, let it clutter
Did I mutter? Make you stutter
Young king with the dreams like Mr Martin Luther
Equipped with the genes so it seams I tell to ya
May or may not have your girl in the back of the Uber
She exhale with both hands like she paying the tuba
Karma sutra I maneuver
Found her cooped up, had scoop up
Now she looser, you a loser
She a user, I'm the shooter
She the bullet like a juicer
How we mix it up? All that stuff
Swear we jamming Marvin Gaye cause I got to give it up
No we never get enough, taking hits of that dro
Hold it like a Wii stick and I'm bout Super Smash Bro
Think that I'm an asshole but take a look at what you got
Girl I'd love to stick around but I'm heading to the top

[Outro]
We just as bad as each other
We just as bad as each other
We just as bad as each other
Got a secret pocket in her jacket where she stash the rubber