ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Horne
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garrett Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Bel
Producer
歌詞
You got me feelin' like the top of the world
I'm lovin' everything that you do
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
You got me feeling like the top of the Room
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
You got me feelin' like the top of the room
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
You got me feelin' like the top of the room
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
You got me feelin' like the top of the room
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
Tempting me talking properly
Take me out of my body
Days with you is like a trip to the moon
But I was tryin' to be on Saturn
And you recognized my patterns
But we always met at the top of the room
Touchin' on each other's bodies
Feelin' on that soul
Can't use broken pieces
To make somethin' whole
Ine the type to fold
And she the one to take the dice and roll
So I don't know where this shit could go
Thinkin' bout it got me wanna smoke a raw
Just how you like it, baby
Now slip' them panties off
And you can't get enough
And that leave me stuck
I'ma smoke one and smash you before I'm gone
Its rambo baby
I'm in the drop top when I'm speedin' off
You the closest thing to me
Other than my Glock
You seen me then you seen guns
I'm just a rude boy with a gun range
These **** killin' over chump change
I really do this shit and I don't pump fake
I stay quiet cause I really got it
They be talkin' designer
Just don't look in they closet
I just feel mine with margielas
And a couple choppers
And I keep it 100
My bitch can never say I miss
Cause every time we fuck
I fill her up with k*ds
It's probably why I stay steppin' in some shit
You got me feelin' like
the top of the room
Im loving everything that you do
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
How you walkin' how you talkin', baby
Can you meet me at the top of the room
You got me feelin' likeThe top of the room
You got me feelin' like
The top of the Room
Take me, take me out of my body
Days with you is like a trip to the moon
But I was tryin be on saturn
And you recognize my patterns
But we always met at the top of the room
Touchin' on each other's bodies
Feelin' all that soul
Can't use broken pieces
to make sum hold
I aint the type to fold
And she the one
to take a dice and roll
So I don't know where this shit could go
Thinkin' bout her got me wan smoke a raw
Just how you like it, baby
Now slip them panties off
And you can't get enough
Ain't mad when you stop
So I'ma smoke one and smoke one and smoke one
Smash you before I'm gone
Its rambo baby
I'm in the drop top when I'm speedin' off
You the closest thing to me
Other than my glock
You see me, then you see guns
Just a Rude Boy with a gun range
These **** killin' over chump chains
Uh
I really do this shit and I'll pump fake
I stay quiet cause I really got it
I really got it
I really got it
Rocka bye
Rocka bye, baby
Written by: Garrett Anderson
