[Lucky Daye:]
We don’t know what we doin’
Oh, we jump to these conclusions
The thought that we could lose it all
We search for sweet confusion
Like, baby, you should call
All of these charades
All up in your head
A good heart, bad timing
Bright lights, too blinding
Too lost, no finding
And we fall like dominoes
No trick, more treat
Sweet butter like shea
Free me, nirvana
God body thang when we touchin’
(You know what love is about)
Vibrant thing when we crushin’
(Uh, yeah, and that’s why you got the key to my house)
Baby, when we freak
(Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah, I’m movin’ ’em out)
When you gonna bless me, bless me with your love?
(Uh, yeah, ’cause I know what your love is about)
God body thang, babe
Just tell me I’m invited
Oh, so bad at keeping quiet
You feel it through the silence, oh
No reason we should fight it
Like all of this you want
Nothing in the way
More than just a phase
A good heart, bad timing
Bright lights, too blinding
Too lost, no finding
And we fall like dominoes
No trick, more treat
Sweet butter like shea
Free me, nirvana
God body thang when we touchin’
(You know what love is about)
Vibrant thing when we crushin’
(Uh, yeah, and that’s why you got the key to my house)
Baby, when we freak
(Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah, I’m movin’ ’em out)
When you gonna bless me, bless me with your love?
(Uh, yeah, ’cause I know what your love is about)
God body thang, babe
God body thang when we touchin’
(You know what love is about)
Vibrant thing when we crushin’
(Yeah, uh, and that’s why you got the key to my house)
Baby, when we freak
(Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah, I’m movin’ ’em out)
When you gonna bless me, bless me with your love?
(Uh, yeah, ’cause I know what your love is about)
God body thang, babe
[Smino:]
God body-ody, oh my God
I gamble with my heart, she want that slide
Might be her lucky day, took seven shots
Let’s go to the Bellagio and collide
She cut on that Kehlani and start to climb on me
And we in here climaxin’ and matchin’ the moment
Roll up on you in the morning like I do my weed, baby
I know what I want and you more like a need, baby
[Lucky Daye:]
(Yeah, this shit for you, yeah)
(Yeah, this shit for you, yeah)