It's the weekend baby
We ain't speakin' baby
Really I'm tweakin', I'm swervin' speedin', you drive me crazy
All my guys like "Marcus who you been eyeing lately?"
I plead the fifth, I got one in mind but I cannot say it
Tryna get you to step out your comfort zone
You been boxed in, livin' in a dome, woah
And every time we hanging out, I overload cologne
Just to make sure that you don't forget my smell when you get home
FaceTime just to waste time
We don't even talk, I'm thanking God for the grapevine
We used to be, tight like the shoelace around my waist line
Didn't see you coming like a cut beside the baseline
I think we should
Come together and talk about it like young adults
Stomach was doing somersaults when I saw you first
But now I'm nauseous at the sight or thought of you
This some shit you probably pop a bottle to
Marcus Rosario - Trippin' Lyrics
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It's the weekend baby
We ain't speakin' baby
Really I'm tweakin', I'm swervin' speedin', you drive me crazy
All my guys like "Marcus who you been eyeing lately?"
I plead the fifth, I got one in mind but I cannot say it
Tryna get you to step out your comfort zone
You been boxed in, livin' in a dome, woah
And every time we hanging out, I overload cologne
Just to make sure that you don't forget my smell when you get home
FaceTime just to waste time
We don't even talk, I'm thanking God for the grapevine
We used to be, tight like the shoelace around my waist line
Didn't see you coming like a cut beside the baseline
I think we should
Come together and talk about it like young adults
Stomach was doing somersaults when I saw you first
But now I'm nauseous at the sight or thought of you
This some shit you probably pop a bottle to
We ain't speakin' baby
Really I'm tweakin', I'm swervin' speedin', you drive me crazy
All my guys like "Marcus who you been eyeing lately?"
I plead the fifth, I got one in mind but I cannot say it
Tryna get you to step out your comfort zone
You been boxed in, livin' in a dome, woah
And every time we hanging out, I overload cologne
Just to make sure that you don't forget my smell when you get home
FaceTime just to waste time
We don't even talk, I'm thanking God for the grapevine
We used to be, tight like the shoelace around my waist line
Didn't see you coming like a cut beside the baseline
I think we should
Come together and talk about it like young adults
Stomach was doing somersaults when I saw you first
But now I'm nauseous at the sight or thought of you
This some shit you probably pop a bottle to
Writer: Marcus Rosario
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