Met her early fall, and fell in her lap man
Caught in a love trance, no typical romance
With all them words, talking sweet in the sentence
Typical slow dance, I’m loving these slow jams

She’s got them tight pants
Dancing at a party
Getting nervous on approach
So I’m drowning down Bacardi

Found out she’s cool and we been hanging out a lot
Whether my place or her spot, like Pringles we can’t stop
She’s a rare chance, like water in the desert
So anytime I’m with her, know I give an honest effort

Like I’ve been with girls, so I know it feels
But ain’t never been with one that makes it feel so surreal

Came around in the winter, now I’m getting in her
It’s not official yet, because the pictures getting bigger
I’m like a burger, flipping, gotta get the buns though
Or barbeque without them, ain’t no vistor’s fun zone


Towards the future we may see some stormy weather
Just remember what the wizard said and rub your lips together
Like a note wishing well, makes it all feel better
Though it didn’t answer anything, effects get delivered
Whether real or not
It makes the moment hot
So even if it’s really not
The confidence is never dropped

But on the down-low, I like when we touch toes
Laying in that bed was like a coffin now instead
It’s going bump, bump
Onto the next one

Not in line, just the next one cumming
I know you feel the rhythm, cause you haven’t quit humming
Staying steady on the line, keeping time as I’m drumming
What?
Don’t want the funk, well we can switch up the standards
I’m down with the country stuff, American banners

And the chips Herr’s to cash in whenever
I’m the teller in the banking line
Thanks to you I’m feeling fine

Ya, shorty getting shortly on my grind
Before you came around, I must’ve wasted all my time
But now I got a watch, so watch me as I hit the spot
Prime-time on your clock, at your door, on your block
In any area I’m with you its hysteria
A fairy or canary, switching words up with the spatulas
They’re all synonymous; my love for you is bottomless
December rolls around, know I got you on that gift list

Now its springtime, cold parts are over
We’re officially together, smelling fresh, with no odors
But we’re a new team, with kinks on the seams
So I’m permanent pressing ‘em, rinse spin while addressing ‘em

I may not be the smartest and I may not be the best
But I promise you I won’t rest; I’m speaking from the chest
Every second, I ain’t with you, know I’m stressing like a test
Cause this pictures painted perfect, so I know I've been blessed