Are You Down
I thought "pretty boy"
The word on street is you're a fuckboy
You and me don't blend in easy
We're like oil and water (Call My BLUF)
Bottom line up front (Yeah)
What is your request?
Cut all the bullshit (Cut it)
Send me all the fax
Show me what's your blueprint for me (Fuck it, yeah)
Tell me are you down now (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
Tell me are you down now
Weary on my chest
Word I cannot press (No way)
Weigh in on my quest (Zest)
Why won't you confess, forreal?
Yeah (Fuck it, yeah)
So tell me, are you down now?
Yeah (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
So tell me, are you down now?
What's your intent with me?
Need to know briefly
And why you call me your G?
Bitch you don't know me
(But you wish you would, huh?)
Weary on my chest
Word I cannot press (No way)
Weigh in on my quest (Zest)
Why won't you confess, forreal?
Yeah (Fuck it, yeah)
So tell me, are you down now?
Yeah (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
So tell me, are you down now?
Yeah
Tell me, are you down now?
Yeah
Tell me
You must be, must be, must be alien
Your vibrancy is out of this world
I got no patience, put that 712 on my door
Do it like Rubin make hits in my dorm
Do it like John put the pain in the song
Do it like Coltrane
Blue Train
Blue Rain
Mascara Falls (Woah, wait a minute)
Why you treat it petty when I come up with a problem?
And why are you so skinny when you're dipping in my water?
I need you to gain weight
I need you to gain land
Jump down off my plank
I need a minute and some white sand
I need a new outlook
Compromising myself way too much
I'm at my Max Q
Can't let a mayfly change you
Thinking "Maybe better's good enough"
But no, no, no, no
And what's your intent with me?
Need to know briefly
And why you call me your G?
Bitch you don't know me
Yeah
Weary on my chest
Word I cannot press
Weigh in on my quest
Why won't you confess, forreal?
Tell me, are you down now?
Yeah
You tell me, are you down now? (Let's go)
Weary on my chest
Word I cannot press (No way)
Weigh in on my quest (Zest)
Why won't you confess, forreal?
Yeah (Fuck it, yeah)
So tell me, are you down now?
Yeah (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
So tell me, are you down now?
Are you down now?
(I thought "pretty boy"
The word on street is you a fuckboy)
Yeah
Are you down now?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
(Are you down?)
The word on street is you're a fuckboy
You and me don't blend in easy
We're like oil and water (Call My BLUF)
Bottom line up front (Yeah)
What is your request?
Cut all the bullshit (Cut it)
Send me all the fax
Show me what's your blueprint for me (Fuck it, yeah)
Tell me are you down now (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
Tell me are you down now
Weary on my chest
Word I cannot press (No way)
Weigh in on my quest (Zest)
Why won't you confess, forreal?
Yeah (Fuck it, yeah)
So tell me, are you down now?
Yeah (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
So tell me, are you down now?
What's your intent with me?
Need to know briefly
And why you call me your G?
Bitch you don't know me
(But you wish you would, huh?)
Weary on my chest
Word I cannot press (No way)
Weigh in on my quest (Zest)
Why won't you confess, forreal?
Yeah (Fuck it, yeah)
So tell me, are you down now?
Yeah (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
So tell me, are you down now?
Yeah
Tell me, are you down now?
Yeah
Tell me
You must be, must be, must be alien
Your vibrancy is out of this world
I got no patience, put that 712 on my door
Do it like Rubin make hits in my dorm
Do it like John put the pain in the song
Do it like Coltrane
Blue Train
Blue Rain
Mascara Falls (Woah, wait a minute)
Why you treat it petty when I come up with a problem?
And why are you so skinny when you're dipping in my water?
I need you to gain weight
I need you to gain land
Jump down off my plank
I need a minute and some white sand
I need a new outlook
Compromising myself way too much
I'm at my Max Q
Can't let a mayfly change you
Thinking "Maybe better's good enough"
But no, no, no, no
And what's your intent with me?
Need to know briefly
And why you call me your G?
Bitch you don't know me
Yeah
Weary on my chest
Word I cannot press
Weigh in on my quest
Why won't you confess, forreal?
Tell me, are you down now?
Yeah
You tell me, are you down now? (Let's go)
Weary on my chest
Word I cannot press (No way)
Weigh in on my quest (Zest)
Why won't you confess, forreal?
Yeah (Fuck it, yeah)
So tell me, are you down now?
Yeah (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
So tell me, are you down now?
Are you down now?
(I thought "pretty boy"
The word on street is you a fuckboy)
Yeah
Are you down now?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
(Are you down?)
Credits
Writer(s): Stefan D. Giurgiu
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