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Elijah Blake

Senses

 

Senses

(album: Bijoux 23 - 2018)


Whoa whoa whoa whoa
There I go again, coming to my senses
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
There I go again, coming to my

Shorty got curves, her shorty got a man
Shorty came in here lonely
Shorty's tryna act like she don't wanna dance
Nigga gotta move in slowly

But every other song about turning up
While I'm just tryna chill with you in the cut
So you can recognize that I'm different
And you can stop acting like you innocent (Yeah)
She said she really, really, really faded (Really faded, faded)
Don't take them pills, they'll just accelerate it (They'll accelerate it)
Come down for a minute, lay back in this position

Yeah, slow it down and ride it like a 6-4, yeah (Yeah)
Like them Chevys bouncing on the hydros, yo (Yo)
Candy paint with them gold honey spokes, yeah (Yuh)
We coast in slow motion
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
There I go again, coming to my senses (Senses, my senses)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
There I go again, coming to my senses (Senses, my senses)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Another nigga girl on my bedroom floor
It was all good 'til I hit the last stroke
But there I go again coming to my

I knew better than to take it this far
You knew not to let down your guard
We knew better right from the start
We knew better right from the start
Whoa, but times are getting hard
All he gave was promises, and you gave up your heart
What happen when it starts to fall apart
Used to be the perfect bitch, you used to be a work of art

I don't give a fuck about turning up
No, I'm just tryna chill with you in the cut
So you can recognize that I'm different
And you can stop acting like you innocent, yeah, yeah
If you really, really, really faded (Really faded, faded)
I hope yo homegirl ain't your designated (Ain't yo designated)
The way she drinking, y'all just might not make it (Might not make it)
So let me get you to your destination (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, slow it down and ride it like a 6-4, yeah (Yeah)
Like them Chevys bouncing on the hydros, yeah (Yeah)
Candy paint with them gold honey spokes, yeah
We coast in slow motion
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
There I go again, coming to my senses
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
There I go again, coming to my senses
Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa
Another man girl on my bedroom floor
It was all good 'til I hit the last stroke
But there I go again coming to my

Senses (Senses, my senses)
My senses (Senses, my senses)
My senses (Senses, my senses)
My senses
There I go again coming to my senses
There I go again coming to my
There I go again coming to my senses
There I go again coming to my

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