À Noite

I been sippin baby Get the weight up off my shoulders Probably trippin bout some shit I should get over Girl I can't even lie to you Ain't no different when I'm sober OCD in my composure Interferes with getting closer I'm trying to Why I rush to getting older I don't know But I just really wanna hold ya Dance under the stars You Czech the box Let's do the Polka Then we walk inside the door And get to dancing on the sofa Started with a spark Let's light a candle and a Dutch We spent a lot time together 'Fore I even had the touch Now we got a living room A kitchen for just us I be daydreaming bout the future But I know that now's enough As long as I got you I know my brothers good My sister too Then I'm all cool Queue on my ball pool I'm hittin it Tried to give me honors in school I had the penmanship I don't play these games just for fun I'm into winning shit You know that I can put that on life girl I'm looking at your closet Think I'm dating a spice girl I mean why girl I get to impress Although I feel that type of way When you get outta the dress Outta my head You'll never be Something like my reverie Know that I'm a dog I'm a mutt Look at my pedigree Talking bout a ring I'm like nah girl you're ahead of me She laughs and says she joking I'm just thinking that you better be Cause I ain't ready for commitment like that I ain't ready to be in it like that Just the thought of it get my head spinning real fast But I still love you tho It's still contagious when I see you smile Come back from work and you be acting like I leave awhile All the little things you do You even cook and clean all while I'm probably on the couch Just getting angry at a screen oh wow You really doing more than half I'd never ask you to but girl I never have to ask Way you bend your back for me An acrobat Couldn't even get into the half of that You and me together Hopefully will be the after math And we'll be sippin baby Get the weight up off our shoulders Probably trippin bout some shit I should get over Girl I can't even lie to you Ain't no different when I'm sober OCD in my composure Interferes with getting closer I'm trying to Why I rush to getting older I don't know But I just really wanna hold ya Dance under the stars You Czech the box Let's do the Polka Then we walk inside the door And get to dancing on the sofa We be dancing on it