Tippin

(альбом: Forest Fire - 2016)

I'm chilling, I'm tipping
I feel like I'm the man shorty
Twist it, I feel it
Just keep doing your dance shorty
I feel it
I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it
I-I, yeah
I'm chilling, I'm tipping
I feel like I'm the man shorty
Twist it, I feel it
Just keep doing your dance shorty
I feel it
I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it
I-I, yeah

Oh girl, I gotta know, the status quo
I heard you coming to the party
Don't forget to bring the Hennessy
I feel your energy, why do you tell me things?
That you know that I'm gon' have to get to know you, babe
I'm Casanova babe, smooth operator
I'm calm and collective, I'm not a hesitater
But only time will tell, If I mean you well
Alcohol speaks the truth, I guess I'm honest now
Let's be honest now
There's nothing to lose
A little juice before we outta town
But at what cost? At what cost?
No love lost
I need to find out if your all talks
For a second yeah, you had me chasing
I mean my cup girl, you know I'm playing
Yeah she mossing, she a genie in a bottle
Yeah she got em', yeah I know she got em'
Yeah I know she...

I'm chilling, I'm tipping
I feel like I'm the man shorty
Twist it, I feel it
Just keep doing your dance shorty
I feel it
I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it
I-I, yeah
I'm chilling, I'm tipping
I feel like I'm the man shorty
Twist it, I feel it
Just keep doing your dance shorty
I feel it
I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it
I-I, yeah

In the District where the lights red, booling
Sipping Absolute thoughts the same
Forcast gloom, Grey Goose sipping
Got all my thoughts purtruding
Doing things I ain't used to doing
Moving fast, you ain't used to cruising
I see your drive girl
Ride for me girl
Relocate at my spot
And I bet I make them toes curl
I see you added a new addition
My candy girl just switched positions
What's in them jeans is your Tru Religion
That lingerie and my bad intentions
Secrets of my whereabouts
Conversations I left out what I care about
But I'm still here (hair) like Rogain
On site with my side chick getting domain
Spending doe mang
Main clueless like Stacey Dash
Till she found out I tell her stay, she dashed
Out the door
Lit a match
Set fire to our amazing past so
Now I'm back down that road
Bottles, bottles, bottles
Bottles, clouds of smoke
Till I see that my main chick
With my side in her bedroom
Telling me that there's more room, so

I'm chilling, I'm tipping
I feel like I'm the man shorty
Twist it, I feel it
Just keep doing your dance shorty
I feel it
I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it
I-I, yeah
I'm chilling, I'm tipping
I feel like I'm the man shorty
Twist it, I feel it
Just keep doing your dance shorty
I feel it
I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it
I-I, yeah