Alex Smalls - Chill - Single

Chill

I don't want nobody else
"Nobody else" is chill

I know bout your body
'Bout your body heat for real

I love when your attitude
Your spirit know the drill

Rubbing on my body
Can't you chill?

Frozen
When I'm in your ocean
With nowhere to go
On the rope
I be floating

Bet you wanna know quick
Bet you wanna stay
And I hold the ice cube to you
Like my name O'Shea

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill
I just wanna chill

I know when your body
When your body wanna whisper

I know when to talk back
I'm an active listener

All I know is keep my focus
Slow it down in this

Something like a pastor
Get me my witness

See you on a roll
On your own
Later on

Took you some time
But still see no wrong

Something that I don't do?
Falsify a tone

Couldn't be me
It's just too wrong

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill
I just wanna chill

Steady dropping names
You don't know
At your new school

Call that shit a "who's who"
Got no new best friend you can talk to

You got to
You ought to

Have much less to say
When you don't know your
Energy to blame
Fuck you saying?

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill
I just wanna chill

Heard you paying dues
At your new school
Get more than you used to
You are what you lose to
Trouble dresses cute, too
You got what you used to
When I'd send you letters like blues clues

I don't wanna talk no more
See, I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk no more
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk no more
See, I just wanna chill
I just wanna chill

I just wanna chill
Wanna chill for real

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill

I don't wanna talk, babe
I just wanna chill
I just wanna chill

Rubbing on my body's, your body
Let's be for real

Heard you paying dues
At your new school
Get more than you used to
You are what you lose to
Trouble dresses cute, too
You got what you used to
When I'd send you letters like blues clues

Heard you paying dues
At your new school
Get more than you used to
You are what you lose to
Trouble dresses cute, too
You got what you used to
When I'd send you letters like blues clues

También, necesita
Una negrita bonita
A coger y comer
Oh ya

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Writer(s): Jesse Woodard Iv
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