Red Wine (feat. Syd & Elena)

Red wine, time on the couch

Happy you agreed to hang out

You keep my head in the clouds

Keep them old names out your mouth

I can make you laugh out loud

We the only ones in the house

Or I can help your body wind down

Make this bottle disappear right now

Get comfortable, comfortable

Get comfortable, comfortable

Get comfortable, comfortable

Let's stay in for the night

Maybe take a walk outside

Let's distance your pride

Let me fall in love with your mind

If I look deep in your eyes

I can guess your zodiac sign

We ain't got nothing but time

We can just chill and unwind

Get comfortable, comfortable

Get comfortable, comfortable

Get comfortable, comfortable

Freedom is the road less traveled by the multitude

The mood, it's the mode, it's the culture

Where there's food there's vultures

More Tony now, back then I was Sosa

I was sent like a penny in a loafer

The 2Pac Deepak Chopra

On a plane drinking wine with Oprah

When I missed the dap I ain't mean to insult her

Black Caesar, io amo Roma

Tutto bene, vino rosa

My dominican girl, she loves Soca

Take her to Minetta, take her to the MOCA

Most of my friends at home that I'm close to

When they talk, put it on stone like a sculpture

Used to be a hooper, now I'm a hoper

Thoughts I bring to life like an ultra-sound

I'm bound to the underground

Breaking walls down for the black and brown

A activist is active now

How far will you go for exposure?

Little homie in the paint tryna post up

Don't make me have to put you on a poster

Posterized by what I vocalize

Weathered the storm like I know the skies

Yeah, we wear the mask, but I know no disguise

These signs of the times are notarized

Written by the Lord of the skies, mortal eyes

In us, I got cold through cruel winters

Grandmas, defenders, Fred Hampton's agenda

Never been good with pretenders

They lying on the king like Simba

Dinner, branzino and red wine

Quality shared time

Fucking and laughing till it's bedtime

Red like my lips

Blue like past thoughts

Brown like your eyes

Just enough time

I can't think now

You're too close and I

Might be too nice

These New York nights

Got me taking chances

I think your hands

Might look just right

If they held mine

Get comfortable, comfortable

Get comfortable, comfortable

Get comfortable, comfortable

I get two glasses

Now I'm swimming

Off the deep end

Heightened senses

No pretending

Make my head spin

I like dancing

In my bedroom

It's just me and you

Put that tape on

Tell me what you want

Let's make time feel long

Get comfortable, comfortable

Get comfortable, comfortable

Get comfortable, comfortable

You could just stay for the night

Here, let me turn down the lights

You can let go

Passion comes from down below

We go together like so

Let's make a toast

That we both can make the most of this time

Red wine