Naked
Sometimes I can't feel movement but we moving
What's the scale of, your improvement?
What's the tale of your success, though?
Is it hard work, was it dress code?
Wrong place, right time, and it worked out?
All the noise in the back seemed to turn loud?
My button's being pressed
I used to undo hers and lay in the bed
Now that you laid in it, gotta make it
To be or not to be naked, minus the skin, I mean from within
Bear the wrong one for your soul you're feeling stripped
My Blackberry had all this empty engagement
Back when the random tings were my display pic
In certain ways it's like, nothing has changed since
My DM even to that, it's just faces
(Yeah!)
Summertime ting, call that the mattress spring
Unresolved feelings, under the covers they hid
She said, "I'd move on, but they're not like him"
But I'm not like your mister, just your hit up
Give her lower back
That's the extent I'm involved in that
It's not that I don't care for you
You just can't be knowing that
I won't be the pillow talk tonight
If I speak my mind, I'm caught in fire
Didn't even realised that she rapped
I love how she spitting on the mic
Putting all my dirty thoughts aside
Your company's valued there's shit that I tackle
We're not gonna chat through 'cause that's not our thing
I still appreciate you let me in
I seen your body and soul in a glimpse
We don't forget because we leave our prints
We'll never know if we're here
'Cause it's natural or someone just cancelled last minute (pick)
Sometimes I can't feel movement, but we moving
What's the scale of, your improvement?
What's the tale of your success, though?
Is it hard work, was it dress code?
Wrong place, right time, and it worked out?
All the noise in the back seemed to turn loud?
(My button's being pressed)
Sometimes I can't feel movement but we moving
What's the scale of, your improvement?
What's the tale of your success, though?
Is it hard work, was it dress code?
Wrong place, right time, and it worked out?
All the noise in the back seemed to turn loud?
My button's being pressed
I used to undo hers and lay in the bed
Now that you laid in it, gotta make it
To be or not to be naked minus the skin, I mean from within
Bear the wrong one for your soul you're feeling stripped
My Blackberry had all this empty engagement
Back when the random tings were my display pic
In certain ways it's like, nothing has changed since
My DM even to that, it's just faces
What's the scale of, your improvement?
What's the tale of your success, though?
Is it hard work, was it dress code?
Wrong place, right time, and it worked out?
All the noise in the back seemed to turn loud?
My button's being pressed
I used to undo hers and lay in the bed
Now that you laid in it, gotta make it
To be or not to be naked, minus the skin, I mean from within
Bear the wrong one for your soul you're feeling stripped
My Blackberry had all this empty engagement
Back when the random tings were my display pic
In certain ways it's like, nothing has changed since
My DM even to that, it's just faces
(Yeah!)
Summertime ting, call that the mattress spring
Unresolved feelings, under the covers they hid
She said, "I'd move on, but they're not like him"
But I'm not like your mister, just your hit up
Give her lower back
That's the extent I'm involved in that
It's not that I don't care for you
You just can't be knowing that
I won't be the pillow talk tonight
If I speak my mind, I'm caught in fire
Didn't even realised that she rapped
I love how she spitting on the mic
Putting all my dirty thoughts aside
Your company's valued there's shit that I tackle
We're not gonna chat through 'cause that's not our thing
I still appreciate you let me in
I seen your body and soul in a glimpse
We don't forget because we leave our prints
We'll never know if we're here
'Cause it's natural or someone just cancelled last minute (pick)
Sometimes I can't feel movement, but we moving
What's the scale of, your improvement?
What's the tale of your success, though?
Is it hard work, was it dress code?
Wrong place, right time, and it worked out?
All the noise in the back seemed to turn loud?
(My button's being pressed)
Sometimes I can't feel movement but we moving
What's the scale of, your improvement?
What's the tale of your success, though?
Is it hard work, was it dress code?
Wrong place, right time, and it worked out?
All the noise in the back seemed to turn loud?
My button's being pressed
I used to undo hers and lay in the bed
Now that you laid in it, gotta make it
To be or not to be naked minus the skin, I mean from within
Bear the wrong one for your soul you're feeling stripped
My Blackberry had all this empty engagement
Back when the random tings were my display pic
In certain ways it's like, nothing has changed since
My DM even to that, it's just faces
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Writer(s): Jim Reed, Louis Dupree Mandela Wright
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