GET IT (feat. Joyce Wright)
Feel it, want it and I know I'm bad for you but
For-get it and just come and get it
We don't really make a match in heaven but we're
Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
My boo boo boo, my boo boo boo
Dark skin, light skin and she mad cool
Crazy and Brazilian, I don't know who
I make my bed like she make my food
Snaps on repeat, oh, she like me
Oh, she might be, be my wifey
I was on my Kobe, Grammys over trophies
After school the programs kept me from my lonely
Hopping out the Uber, linking with my jeweller
My girl like Madonna, the afro be Medusa
I be king wavy, I don't like Jay Z
The sunny days calling, I love my baby
Feel it, want it and I know I'm bad for you but
For-get it and just come and get it
We don't really make a match in heaven but we're
Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
And who you calling doggy? Enough of your malarkey
Black boys winning, white boys watching
WiFi slow mo, crop that photo
He like Rejjie, dress like Rejjie
Moschino on my shoulder, that bloody nosed coker
That cocaine crazy, I'm drug-free and sober
He wear fake polo, that Marco Polo
Guitar string solo, guitar string solo
Feel it, want it and I know I'm bad for you but
For-get it and just come and get it
We don't really make a match in heaven but we're
Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
Feel it, want it and I know I'm bad for you but
For-get it and just come and get it
We don't really make a match in heaven but we're
Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
For-get it and just come and get it
We don't really make a match in heaven but we're
Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
My boo boo boo, my boo boo boo
Dark skin, light skin and she mad cool
Crazy and Brazilian, I don't know who
I make my bed like she make my food
Snaps on repeat, oh, she like me
Oh, she might be, be my wifey
I was on my Kobe, Grammys over trophies
After school the programs kept me from my lonely
Hopping out the Uber, linking with my jeweller
My girl like Madonna, the afro be Medusa
I be king wavy, I don't like Jay Z
The sunny days calling, I love my baby
Feel it, want it and I know I'm bad for you but
For-get it and just come and get it
We don't really make a match in heaven but we're
Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
And who you calling doggy? Enough of your malarkey
Black boys winning, white boys watching
WiFi slow mo, crop that photo
He like Rejjie, dress like Rejjie
Moschino on my shoulder, that bloody nosed coker
That cocaine crazy, I'm drug-free and sober
He wear fake polo, that Marco Polo
Guitar string solo, guitar string solo
Feel it, want it and I know I'm bad for you but
For-get it and just come and get it
We don't really make a match in heaven but we're
Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
Feel it, want it and I know I'm bad for you but
For-get it and just come and get it
We don't really make a match in heaven but we're
Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
Credits
Writer(s): Eliza Sophie Caird, Alex Chiedu Anyaegbunam, Benjamin Michael Odell Miller
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