Retro Love

Retro love, typpa love that makes me go back a century
Retro love, typpa love that grows finer with age yeah
Retro love, playing Pac-Man, in the background is the stereo
Retro love, the chapter gets boring, switch the pages yeah

Retro love
Retro love
Retro love, typpa love that makes me go back a century
Retro love, typpa love that grows finer with age yeah

I mess with ya, wanna get with ya
Go out, get dinner, have fun with ya
Hang around with ya, hand to hand with ya
Roller coasters, going slow and fast with ya

'Cuz I, I like it how you move with it
Popping locking like Michael, classy like Janet
Like a princess, dirty Diana with it
Wonder Woman with a shield, heart of gold, innit

Care about skin care, imma get her that Fenty
Ring pop, pop rocks, caramel popcorn
A baddie with them sweet cheeks, like she is Sandy
Likes to keep her distance it comes in handy

Nobody play with her, cuz she's famous for her temper
Wanna treat me right, treat my body like a temple
I know she's the one, caring for my comfort
Ain't a Karen, got no problems, she know who to come for

Retro love, typpa love that make me go back a century
Retro love, typpa love that grows finer with age, yeah
Retro love, playing Pac-Man, in the background is the stereo
Retro love, the chapter gets boring switch the pages, yeah

Retro love
Retro love
Retro love, typpa love that make me go back a century
Retro love, typpa love that grows finer with age, yeah

Online typpa shit it be getting kinda boring
Long distance don't working for me, I don't get the foreign
They say love's got a language, but I ain't ever see
'Til I saw her body language change in-front of me

Put my memos in her diary, half my weight she carry
Hit me with notes when I lose my track, like Carey
Can count on me to never drop the ball, like Curry
I'm brown, in my life add an extra shot, like curry

Keep it black and white, like salt and pepper, shoop
I'll pull up with our mutuals in my coupe
Scoop you up like Neapolitan, swoop
Get nervous, get to loo with your bestie, regroup

She can get ratchet, edgy like a cube
Ice you out, look good with that bling (Ice)
Gotta word harder for me to improve
When I meet your dad, he can happily approve

I loose my mind, track of time, when it come to that look
The typpa look never saw, only read about in books
Wanna sneak me in and got me all shook (Woah)
Addicted to the habit now like a catchy hook

'Cuz I would die for that, lie, commit a crime for that beauty
Make me go best mode, make me dive for that beauty
Give a bribe, for the vibe, in Dubai, for that beauty
Make me darken very very blurry lines for that beauty

She said where those fella who don't fuck with my brain at
(Where they at?)
Where them mandem who got love to give, ain't selfish at
Looked at the side and found me, yeah that's just how we met
Told her we can play together, not with emotions, we have been through that

Retro love
Retro love
Retro love
Retro love

My pill is this euphoria, I'm trynna maintain
If you become a storm, imma calm you with a rain
I'm her favourite lover boy, she wanna see me again
Uber my way to Eden, but without cocaine

I am le brawn like I'm James
I am la brain, I run games
And that's the beauty of my name
I'm brown, and in my own lane

It's my pleasure that I'm with you
Cuz I'm tired of the pain
Now we got us on a high
Like we tied on a plane



Credits
Writer(s): Muhammad Bukhari
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