Tunnel
Pull up twenty deep
Bring the party to you
Y'all hoes got me weak
Don't make a nigga have to choose
Take me back
I remember
So I wanna go back
It's that feelin'
I said take me back
I can hear the rhythm call to me
I know you seekin' answers
In a doubtful place
I know you need defenses
This is not a race
I said take me back
That's what I say
I knew you were the one, always
That's what I say
Billie Jean fever, no freezer
Pants hold that crease up
He's a, she's a
Make you call Jesus
Make the fall lose us
You know I'm with the seasons
You see me like Yeezus
Said take me back
I remember
So I wanna go back
Wanna go back, wanna go back
Back, back, back
Is this where we belong?
Still smokin' strong
Still lookin' lost, still feel so wrong
Feelin' so right
Follow the night, bump in the night
I drive through the night
As on my own
The custom Lambo
The custom pheromone
The custom Lambo
I know
Why he comin' at me with the flow? No
I may throw
Why you tappin' at me like the floor?
Girl, you wanna know
I bet you really wanna know
Can't stand me, can't blame me, can't handle me, no
Ah, shit, she find her way down
Down to the party
She find her way down
Act naughty
Now she walk to me, walk to me
To the left, and she lookin' at me right
Said take me back
I remember
So I wanna go back
It's that feelin'
The way you movin'
She like honking
You know I like that
Said take me back
Bring the party to you
Y'all hoes got me weak
Don't make a nigga have to choose
Take me back
I remember
So I wanna go back
It's that feelin'
I said take me back
I can hear the rhythm call to me
I know you seekin' answers
In a doubtful place
I know you need defenses
This is not a race
I said take me back
That's what I say
I knew you were the one, always
That's what I say
Billie Jean fever, no freezer
Pants hold that crease up
He's a, she's a
Make you call Jesus
Make the fall lose us
You know I'm with the seasons
You see me like Yeezus
Said take me back
I remember
So I wanna go back
Wanna go back, wanna go back
Back, back, back
Is this where we belong?
Still smokin' strong
Still lookin' lost, still feel so wrong
Feelin' so right
Follow the night, bump in the night
I drive through the night
As on my own
The custom Lambo
The custom pheromone
The custom Lambo
I know
Why he comin' at me with the flow? No
I may throw
Why you tappin' at me like the floor?
Girl, you wanna know
I bet you really wanna know
Can't stand me, can't blame me, can't handle me, no
Ah, shit, she find her way down
Down to the party
She find her way down
Act naughty
Now she walk to me, walk to me
To the left, and she lookin' at me right
Said take me back
I remember
So I wanna go back
It's that feelin'
The way you movin'
She like honking
You know I like that
Said take me back
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Lionel Musgrave Armand Delille, Alexandre David Jean Grynszpan, Maurice Devon Powell, Jerome Castille, Sheldon Jerome Young
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