Are You In the Room

Lately I look for you
Baby I scale the room
Maybe you left
Or maybe this is our last debut
Miss the style and miss the mood
We could dance, tango takes two
My girls said you're fine like dining at Le Cordon Bleu
If I left what would you do
Follow me into the room
If ya held me I would be over the fucking moon
Could it ever be
The thought of you and me
Brings me to a place of infinite ecstasy

Baby I scale the room
Maybe you left or maybe
This is our last debut
Lately I look for you
Baby I scale the room
Maybe you left or maybe
This is our last debut

Now trick what, glow who, that ain't what PRO do
Got a lot of girls that'll love to demote you
Took her to the Top of the Hub, she wanted soul food
You got her an Hermès bag? Nigga that's old news
All black Benz I'm getting top in the HOV lane
Had to switch speeds I'm bussing fast in the slow lane
They know, you go against the CLUB INDGO
Getcha ho, lick her low, make the heifer hit the door
Fuck Jet Blue I'm as fly as it gets
Fuck paying dues bitch I'm buying the Nets
Fuck paying school shit I'm tryna invest
You copping another watch? I been eyeing a jet
So I could fly around the globe with some tall model bitches
And they ain't come to get hugs they want kisses
I think I might make one of them my misses
So drop them dishes, come get these riches

Lately I look for you
Baby I scale the room
Maybe you left
Or maybe this is our last debut
Lately I look for you
Baby I scale the room
Maybe you left
Or maybe this is our last debut

I can't get over
I'm just not over
I'm just not over
I'm just not over
I'm just not over
I'm just not over
Loving you



Credits
Writer(s): Tiffany Sança
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