Groovin' in the driveway with my baby
Music from the wheels of my Mercedes.
I've been OG, still been all the latest
And the life out there's so sweet that you can taste it.
Looking out the window, can't see anything.
Oh.
Tell me what's wrong with straining places.
We're searching for the lies.
We're searching for the lies.
I need to look in your eyes and see
I'm gonna give you the world, baby I'm gonna show my love to you I'm gonna give you everything your heart's ever wanted
Maybe I'm on top, on top, baby On top, I'm on top, baby I'm on top, you're on top, baby, I And maybe I'm on top, I'm on top, baby Fuckin' that, I'm on top, baby I'm on top, I'm on top, baby I
Would you look at that?
Yeah, run that back, backwards skating to it, lip syncing, singing to it.
Every note is fluid, keep it player when I do it with the same hand motions.
SKC and JoJo on paper, it's a movement, but
This is something new.
It's like I could have prayed for you, but I don't know what I'm doing.
But I listen when it's moving and assume you're talking to me.
So I come closer to it because I need to hear this clearly magnetic when you're near me.
Holla if you hear it, but it ain't that funny because I want to take it serious.
The hand when I stir it, other hand when I'm shifting.
You like the perfect sentence at the ending and the period.
Baby, I'm on top, on top, baby.
On top, I'm on top, baby.
I'm on top, you want that, baby.
