Dip Ya Toes In
Fuck is up?
Whitchu guys
Ladies and gentlemen
It is my pleasure to introduce
Dip ya toes in
The sequel to composition
And uh
Yeah
It's the return of the turn of the century getting induced
Dip your toes in the words and the melody get introduced
They call me Sciandi
I do my thang
Work my way down from your brain to your body a beautiful strain
With such good taste; point is I'm back and I'm smackin' everyone I hit in the face
How you motherfuckers been
I know I been gone way too long
But I'm back again
With turnt up stories I turn to song
Where do I begin? Maybe this
Got in Lotta trouble gettin' lil lit
In the parkin' lot lightin' up a zip
Just some Classic motherfuckin' college shit
Passin' bongs on a futon
In a van don't forget the juice man
Gettin fried lookin like a croton
Till my eyes saw the red and blues on
What to do didn't have a clue doors locked
We were runnin outa moves
Six o'clock there's a cop comin' thru
So I dropped to the vans floor glued
To make long story short ya boy went to the courts and the judge made him pay up a fee
But the part he forgot was the spark that was shot from the op that pulled up on my team
What's that mean?
It's the return of the turn of the century getting induced
Dip your toes in the words and the melody get Introduced
They call me Sciandi
I do my thang
Work my way down from your brain to your Body a beautiful strain
With such good taste; point is I'm back and I'm smackin' everyone I hit in the face
Real shit I been gettin' lit
Unforgettable yet regrettable
Parties too turnt up it's obvious
That the bitches started gettin' sexual
When we walked in
Heard em talkin'
I Want a boyfriend not an option
In college why you coppin'?
"Cuz I feel safe" bitch nonsense
I know what you're doin'
See right through you're scheme
I'll be honest and true
And your ass'll still cheat
But for now let's just dance
Move your hands & your feet
Understand who I am
Why your man isn't me
I'm a vibe
Comin' and goin' with time
Let the clock tick-tock then hit that rewind
Get immersed
Dip Ya Toes In to my pool
Feel the waves I reversed
Fuck it
It's the return of the turn of the century getting induced
Dip your toes in the words and the melody get introduced
They call me Sciandi
I do my thang
Work my way down from your brain to your body a beautiful strain
With such good taste point is I'm back and I'm smackin' everyone I
They call me Sciandi
I do my thang
Work my way down from your brain to your body a beautiful strain
With such good taste; point is I'm back and I'm smackin' everyone I hit in the face
Whitchu guys
Ladies and gentlemen
It is my pleasure to introduce
Dip ya toes in
The sequel to composition
And uh
Yeah
It's the return of the turn of the century getting induced
Dip your toes in the words and the melody get introduced
They call me Sciandi
I do my thang
Work my way down from your brain to your body a beautiful strain
With such good taste; point is I'm back and I'm smackin' everyone I hit in the face
How you motherfuckers been
I know I been gone way too long
But I'm back again
With turnt up stories I turn to song
Where do I begin? Maybe this
Got in Lotta trouble gettin' lil lit
In the parkin' lot lightin' up a zip
Just some Classic motherfuckin' college shit
Passin' bongs on a futon
In a van don't forget the juice man
Gettin fried lookin like a croton
Till my eyes saw the red and blues on
What to do didn't have a clue doors locked
We were runnin outa moves
Six o'clock there's a cop comin' thru
So I dropped to the vans floor glued
To make long story short ya boy went to the courts and the judge made him pay up a fee
But the part he forgot was the spark that was shot from the op that pulled up on my team
What's that mean?
It's the return of the turn of the century getting induced
Dip your toes in the words and the melody get Introduced
They call me Sciandi
I do my thang
Work my way down from your brain to your Body a beautiful strain
With such good taste; point is I'm back and I'm smackin' everyone I hit in the face
Real shit I been gettin' lit
Unforgettable yet regrettable
Parties too turnt up it's obvious
That the bitches started gettin' sexual
When we walked in
Heard em talkin'
I Want a boyfriend not an option
In college why you coppin'?
"Cuz I feel safe" bitch nonsense
I know what you're doin'
See right through you're scheme
I'll be honest and true
And your ass'll still cheat
But for now let's just dance
Move your hands & your feet
Understand who I am
Why your man isn't me
I'm a vibe
Comin' and goin' with time
Let the clock tick-tock then hit that rewind
Get immersed
Dip Ya Toes In to my pool
Feel the waves I reversed
Fuck it
It's the return of the turn of the century getting induced
Dip your toes in the words and the melody get introduced
They call me Sciandi
I do my thang
Work my way down from your brain to your body a beautiful strain
With such good taste point is I'm back and I'm smackin' everyone I
They call me Sciandi
I do my thang
Work my way down from your brain to your body a beautiful strain
With such good taste; point is I'm back and I'm smackin' everyone I hit in the face
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Sciandra
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