She replies when she wants to
And I don't ever have a problem with that
And when I think that it's over
She don't hesitate, she hittin' me back
I sit and analyze the thought processes like a professor
When I ought to just undress her in my mental, it's sinful
The way that she flies those circles around in my mind
And makes her way out inside my rhymes, I can't shake her, it's later
When I think about her late nights, sippin' champagne nights
Awake for eight nights in the capital, it's a battle
I go and tell the story with those bright lights shining
It ain't right, when she like it on the timeline she's the highlight
And when the song does the numbers and she's long gone and she clueless
It's like a bouquet of tulips that I can't post to my future
She resides in the phonebooth
Between my dreams when I'm trying to sleep
Living life with a who's who
Of people she's pretending to be
And I don't know a thing about her
I guess that's how she wants it to be
All I got is a name and a number
And everything she meant to me
Every time I say it's the last song a past gong chimes inside my mind
And I wake up with a redefined piece of paper, heavily erased
And I put it on tape just to accentuate the fate
That when I next see her is just clueless and I won't get through this
Belief that she's probably somewhere with some Adam Cole-looking f*cker
Rolls Royce motherf*cker, a toy just for summer?
She's a goddess and I said it from the start
I'll give her the whole mall when we roll, no Paul Blart
A materialistic illusion, a figment of the past
Created by a holistic intrusion in my idealistic life path
She resides in the phonebooth
Between my dreams when I'm trying to sleep
Living life with a who's who
Of people she's pretending to be
And I don't know a thing about her
I guess that's how she wants it to be
All I got is a name and a number
And everything she meant to me
It's been a minute since we been this way
With my arm around you, I think I'm glad that I found you
Resisting the urge to be cutting the curb on this emotional purge
So it's not just a fad when I pound you
You're rad in the bedroom but we're bad with the legroom
Using the finish as a litmus to be collecting the interest isn't the best way to go about your business
But girl if nothing else we ain't been losing the fitness
Gym workout, pulling out the mental stops to make sure this shit works out
If our paradise insecure then imma have to kick the turks out
Might have to be Jamaica the way you got me jerked out, ah
Let's kick it right back
I'm dreaming and drooling you might have to take the mic back
I ain't battling Rattata but you said that you might bite back
You ain't assembling Ikea but you know you got a tight rack
Let's kick it right back
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She replies when she wants to
And I don't ever have a problem with that
And when I think that it's over
She don't hesitate, she hittin' me back
I sit and analyze the thought processes like a professor
When I ought to just undress her in my mental, it's sinful
The way that she flies those circles around in my mind
And makes her way out inside my rhymes, I can't shake her, it's later
When I think about her late nights, sippin' champagne nights
Awake for eight nights in the capital, it's a battle
I go and tell the story with those bright lights shining
It ain't right, when she like it on the timeline she's the highlight
And when the song does the numbers and she's long gone and she clueless
It's like a bouquet of tulips that I can't post to my future
She resides in the phonebooth
Between my dreams when I'm trying to sleep
Living life with a who's who
Of people she's pretending to be
And I don't know a thing about her
I guess that's how she wants it to be
All I got is a name and a number
And everything she meant to me
Every time I say it's the last song a past gong chimes inside my mind
And I wake up with a redefined piece of paper, heavily erased
And I put it on tape just to accentuate the fate
That when I next see her is just clueless and I won't get through this
Belief that she's probably somewhere with some Adam Cole-looking f*cker
Rolls Royce motherf*cker, a toy just for summer?
She's a goddess and I said it from the start
I'll give her the whole mall when we roll, no Paul Blart
A materialistic illusion, a figment of the past
Created by a holistic intrusion in my idealistic life path
She resides in the phonebooth
Between my dreams when I'm trying to sleep
Living life with a who's who
Of people she's pretending to be
And I don't know a thing about her
I guess that's how she wants it to be
All I got is a name and a number
And everything she meant to me
It's been a minute since we been this way
With my arm around you, I think I'm glad that I found you
Resisting the urge to be cutting the curb on this emotional purge
So it's not just a fad when I pound you
You're rad in the bedroom but we're bad with the legroom
Using the finish as a litmus to be collecting the interest isn't the best way to go about your business
But girl if nothing else we ain't been losing the fitness
Gym workout, pulling out the mental stops to make sure this shit works out
If our paradise insecure then imma have to kick the turks out
Might have to be Jamaica the way you got me jerked out, ah
Let's kick it right back
I'm dreaming and drooling you might have to take the mic back
I ain't battling Rattata but you said that you might bite back
You ain't assembling Ikea but you know you got a tight rack
Let's kick it right back
And I don't ever have a problem with that
And when I think that it's over
She don't hesitate, she hittin' me back
I sit and analyze the thought processes like a professor
When I ought to just undress her in my mental, it's sinful
The way that she flies those circles around in my mind
And makes her way out inside my rhymes, I can't shake her, it's later
When I think about her late nights, sippin' champagne nights
Awake for eight nights in the capital, it's a battle
I go and tell the story with those bright lights shining
It ain't right, when she like it on the timeline she's the highlight
And when the song does the numbers and she's long gone and she clueless
It's like a bouquet of tulips that I can't post to my future
She resides in the phonebooth
Between my dreams when I'm trying to sleep
Living life with a who's who
Of people she's pretending to be
And I don't know a thing about her
I guess that's how she wants it to be
All I got is a name and a number
And everything she meant to me
Every time I say it's the last song a past gong chimes inside my mind
And I wake up with a redefined piece of paper, heavily erased
And I put it on tape just to accentuate the fate
That when I next see her is just clueless and I won't get through this
Belief that she's probably somewhere with some Adam Cole-looking f*cker
Rolls Royce motherf*cker, a toy just for summer?
She's a goddess and I said it from the start
I'll give her the whole mall when we roll, no Paul Blart
A materialistic illusion, a figment of the past
Created by a holistic intrusion in my idealistic life path
She resides in the phonebooth
Between my dreams when I'm trying to sleep
Living life with a who's who
Of people she's pretending to be
And I don't know a thing about her
I guess that's how she wants it to be
All I got is a name and a number
And everything she meant to me
It's been a minute since we been this way
With my arm around you, I think I'm glad that I found you
Resisting the urge to be cutting the curb on this emotional purge
So it's not just a fad when I pound you
You're rad in the bedroom but we're bad with the legroom
Using the finish as a litmus to be collecting the interest isn't the best way to go about your business
But girl if nothing else we ain't been losing the fitness
Gym workout, pulling out the mental stops to make sure this shit works out
If our paradise insecure then imma have to kick the turks out
Might have to be Jamaica the way you got me jerked out, ah
Let's kick it right back
I'm dreaming and drooling you might have to take the mic back
I ain't battling Rattata but you said that you might bite back
You ain't assembling Ikea but you know you got a tight rack
Let's kick it right back
Writer: Cameron Chadwick
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid