I feel you, Do you like, like me
Walkin and holding hands, my girl she might be
Roses for Dances, Tuxedo Pants's
Dinner's in candle lite, That's whut romance is
My brush your canvas, Close your eyes and wish
Sent to tha cosmo's, and off this planet
Sign of tha times, rhyme is devine with obnoxious anonymity
Tha type to reprise, combined with this imagery
Of going and stumbling into, a nigga then whut do you think he think
Until he started pummeling you, you though he was off that drinky drink
Meet peeps wit sweet greets I'll end them G
Splendidly capturing whut makes feminines friends wit me
But bounce is whut I'm telling tha ho, if literally tha pinky stink
If not I'll let tha elephant show, like skinnamerinky-dinky-dink
To tha chikadees, that'll let me stick tha meat, in her inner knees
Until Literally I'm O.D.B. cuz they leave a nigga pleased
Then hit tha kiegs for marathons, to give her a freak she think she peak
Then bring in tha drinks and tha marijuan, we kicking it wit tha freaky feet
Hoping to get them, naked of tha Redmens
Take tha pantiy drawls to use them as weapons while we sexing
I don't need no stairs when, Tha dick'll roll out like slinky springs
I swear you'll be in heaven, when I shooting out that Twinkie cream
I feel you, Do you like, like me
Walkin and holding hands, my girl she might be
Roses for Dances, Tuxedo Pants's
Dinner's in candle lite, That's whut romance is
My brush your canvas, Close your eyes and wish
Sent to tha cosmo's, and off this planet
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024