Haddaway
I don't really go outside, I don't go outside
I don't really go outside, I don't go outside
When I'm feeling like I know I'll die, like I know I'll die
When I'm feeling like I know I'll die, like I know I'll die
She was never in a Tinder box, she's not a template or a cinder block
She transcends the flock, a nigga do is watch and pretent to not
Voyeuristic, joyous, mystic
Met on Halloween and avoided Christmas
She's from Yellowknife and enjoyed the distance
I had a wet dream and deployed the viscous
You know thick shit we have the kids with?
With a white fence and a yard, the pickett
Twenty years pass and it all gets cryptic
She had a near-death percocet addiction
I'm at her bedside like, "Christ will listen
Even though our first born doing life in prison"
Fuck, I never liked commitment
Fuck, I never liked commitment
I don't really go outside, I don't go outside
I don't really go outside, I don't go outside
When I'm feeling like I know I'll die, like I know I'll die
When I'm feeling like I know I'll die, like I know I'll die
Synthetic love
Synthetic love
Emotion, an application available in App Store
A moment of intense joy, sadness, anger, etc
Which cuts through the monotony of the hamster wheel
Just long enough to make you intensely aware of the cage
It makes us long for liberation. Do we deserve it?
Do we deserve it?
Emotion
Take a nap to this
You playing them Lorena Bobbit games, ya
We going deeper than Chocolate Rain, ya
Pull the yellow chord, stop the train, shit
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Playing them Lorena Bobbit games, ya
We going deeper than Chocolate Rain, ya
Pull the yellow rope, stop the train, shit
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Pull the yellow rope, stop the train, shit
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Well, ballerina up doo
I usually prefer fro puffs to bundles
I told her that, she said, "go suck your mom dukes"
Oh, come through young Rapunxel who reads Robert Greene, Sistah Soulja and Sun Tzu
When I first met her, stepped to her wild humble
In ten minutes she made my inner child crumble
She moved from B-town to Los Angelenos
And said that West Coast folks had a better ethos
They eat a lot of chia seeds, not a lot of Cheetos
She liked seeing more eses and less guidos
I'm in the fetal, watching Starship Troopers
Then I'm finna binge watch Hangin' With Mr. Cooper
She used to wash my face with a loofah
And now she's sitting on the face of her producer
I don't really go outside, I don't go outside
When I'm feeling like I know I'll die, like I know I'll die
When I'm feeling like I know I'll die, like I know I'll die
She was never in a Tinder box, she's not a template or a cinder block
She transcends the flock, a nigga do is watch and pretent to not
Voyeuristic, joyous, mystic
Met on Halloween and avoided Christmas
She's from Yellowknife and enjoyed the distance
I had a wet dream and deployed the viscous
You know thick shit we have the kids with?
With a white fence and a yard, the pickett
Twenty years pass and it all gets cryptic
She had a near-death percocet addiction
I'm at her bedside like, "Christ will listen
Even though our first born doing life in prison"
Fuck, I never liked commitment
Fuck, I never liked commitment
I don't really go outside, I don't go outside
I don't really go outside, I don't go outside
When I'm feeling like I know I'll die, like I know I'll die
When I'm feeling like I know I'll die, like I know I'll die
Synthetic love
Synthetic love
Emotion, an application available in App Store
A moment of intense joy, sadness, anger, etc
Which cuts through the monotony of the hamster wheel
Just long enough to make you intensely aware of the cage
It makes us long for liberation. Do we deserve it?
Do we deserve it?
Emotion
Take a nap to this
You playing them Lorena Bobbit games, ya
We going deeper than Chocolate Rain, ya
Pull the yellow chord, stop the train, shit
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Playing them Lorena Bobbit games, ya
We going deeper than Chocolate Rain, ya
Pull the yellow rope, stop the train, shit
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Pull the yellow rope, stop the train, shit
Ya you need to know I'm not to play with
Well, ballerina up doo
I usually prefer fro puffs to bundles
I told her that, she said, "go suck your mom dukes"
Oh, come through young Rapunxel who reads Robert Greene, Sistah Soulja and Sun Tzu
When I first met her, stepped to her wild humble
In ten minutes she made my inner child crumble
She moved from B-town to Los Angelenos
And said that West Coast folks had a better ethos
They eat a lot of chia seeds, not a lot of Cheetos
She liked seeing more eses and less guidos
I'm in the fetal, watching Starship Troopers
Then I'm finna binge watch Hangin' With Mr. Cooper
She used to wash my face with a loofah
And now she's sitting on the face of her producer
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Writer(s): Danny Voicu, Matthew Rolfe
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