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I could book your flight (I could, book yo', baby, yeah) I could book your flight All I need is your first and your last Pack three days in that big Telfar bag Meet you where you stayin' You don't got no plans, you just wanna dance Don't mind me, just a fan I could watch you vibe, yeah Mind yo' business vibes Dijah, light a blunt Smoke me out my mind, yeah I'm on that type of time, yeah, I don't waste my breath, no I won't waste your time, no I'ma just move On my Kid Cudi, gettin' lost in the move House big, trippin', now a nigga tryna play it off, yeah Walk away clean, what's a player gon' do? I know you just here to dance (I know you just here to dance) I know you just here to dance (you just here to dance) So let's forget about the world (let's forget about the world, mama) Let's forget about the man (hell yeah) Shit be gettin' on my nerves (shit be gettin' on my nerves) I'm just doin' what I can (what I can) But you ain't tryna hear a word (you ain't tryna hear a word, dawg) I bet you just here to dance Let me show y'all how the vibe goes It goes like, being out summertime in some fly clothes The hoes, like "Oh my God, swear I seen you before" Girl, I'm wifed up, you gon' have to leave me alone Doors open for me 'cause I put the keys in the door So now I'm doin' pretty good as far as geniuses go Everybody know me, they been peepin' the flow I ain't do this rap shit just to see how it goes But I did plant a seed, just to see if it grows Now I'm swingin' off the trees without needin' a rope Blood on the leaves, your trees were bearing strange fruit They were the ancestors, I praise and pay dues We overcame a lot, let's tell 'em the great news They just blurried up the last of the scope they aim through But, I know you just here to dance (I know you just here to dance) I know you just here to dance (you just here to dance) So let's forget about the world (let's forget about the world, mama) Let's forget about the man (hell yeah) Shit be gettin' on my nerves (shit be gettin' on my nerves) I'm just doing what I can (what I can) But you ain't tryna hear a word (you ain't tryna hear a word, dawg) I bet you just here to dance
Writer(s): Kahdijah Payne, Mick Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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