Tank feat. Busta Rhymes - This Is How I Feel

Nowhere - feat. Busta Rhymes

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Turnt up in this motherfucker, yeah
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, oh

Let my lips be your bar, yeah
Come and take a sip
Let your hips be your car
Girl, valet over here
Let me in your private party
Put my bottle all on your body
You can dance on the pole
It's a movie up in here for sure

So bring your body close to mine
This is the hottest spot tonight

So you can tell your friends that you ain't goin'
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
We're goin' out tonight, but you ain't goin'
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
I make you wanna stay in the house
Have a party here on the couch
Fuck wit' me, you ain't gon' wanna go
Nowhere (nowhere), nowhere (nowhere), nowhere (nowhere)

Know that brother blowin' up your phone
Tell him 'bout this new shit you on
Tell him how I got you in the zone
And you don't need nobody else
'Cause, girl, I got these dollars for ya
It's rainin' in the livin' room
Kiss you on your shoulder, baby, bend it over
With me and you the party's never over, oh

So bring your body close to mine
This is the hottest spot tonight
(Tonight, tonight, tonight)

So you can tell your friends that you ain't goin'
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
We're goin' out tonight, but you ain't goin'
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
I make you wanna stay in the house
Have a party here on the couch
Fuck wit' me, you ain't gon' wanna go
Nowhere (nowhere), nowhere (nowhere), nowhere (nowhere)
(Bussa Bus', ayo, Tank, let me talk my talk)

Okay, I ain't seen you in a while, baby, let me get a hug
Reminisce on how I fit you, perfect like surgical gloves
Ever since you let me hit it and your skin'll burn the rug
Or the rug'll burn your skin, mami, you would make me love
The way you give it to a nigga, you would never play with that
Defenseless even though I was relentless, you would take it back
Hittin' every corner pocket, shift a couple vital organs
Puttin' each other to sleep and dreamin' 'til tomorrow mornin', haha

It's really good to feel you, yes, it is
Then we drink and start thinkin' about all of the shit we did
And the things we still be doin', let's take time and really own it
Let's marinate all in it, let's embellish in the moment
Shit be feelin' special, don't it? Especially when I'm left alone with you
Nothin' left to do, mami, come and get up on it
See, everything is feelin' right, that's why we stayin' home tonight

So you can tell your friends that you ain't goin'
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
We're goin' out tonight, but you ain't goin'
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
I make you wanna stay in the house
Have a party here on the couch
Fuck wit' me you ain't gon' wanna go
Nowhere (nowhere), nowhere (nowhere), nowhere (nowhere)

The general, R&B militia, yeah
YMCMB, Conglomerate

Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Durrell Babbs, Kristina Marie Stephens, Joseph A Jr Bereal, Floyd Bentley, James Smith, Melvin Iii Monroe
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