Cul De Sac

Sitting in your backseat

Watching all the taillights circle back

Skipping to my heartbeat

Drifting on a breeze, don't move too fast

Every time I see you go

I just wonder if it's meant to be

(Meant to be)

Been a minute since we've spoke

Is it everything you hoped it be?

There's love in the water, sip slowly (Slowly)

I think this new strain give me migraines (Oh)

People change timezones, life changes

I keep a cup of water on the nightstand (Oh)

Back of my own my eyelids is all I see

Scared if I hope, I'm still lonely (Lonely)

Scared in the open, come hold me (Hold me)

But I ain't gotta be your one and only

Every time I see you go

I just wander if it's meant to be

(Meant to be)

Been a minute since we've spoke

Is it everything you hoped it be?

Sitting in your backseat

Watching all the taillights circle back

Skipping to my heartbeat

Drifting on a breeze, don't move too fast

I think you ought to be my backseat driver

You can tell me where to go

Either way I'm right behind ya

'Cause you got something I want

I got something you need

They came in just to watch

But they got nothing on we

Hit me if you ever wanna lead

We can switch gears, switch speeds

Picking out a lane, we can go and catch a breeze

Baby too quick, lightspeed

Got me flowing out of my seat

Never take my eyes off you

You, you, you

Threshold

Ain't no coming back

'Cause she keep me coming 'round like a cul-de-sac

I was on my way home, now I'm running back

'Cause she hit me with the play like a quarterback

Go, threshold

Ain't no coming back

'Cause she keep me coming 'round like a cul-de-sac

I was on my way home, now I'm running back

'Cause she hit me with the play like a quarterback

Go, threshold

Ain't no coming back

'Cause she keep me coming 'round like a cul-de-sac

I was on my way home, now I'm running back

'Cause she hit me with the play

With the play, with the play like

Every time I see you go

I just wonder if it's meant to be

Pull up to the fête with Elijah Bless

She spin and shoot light like Isaiah

I don't really do the dance, I don't zagazess (No)

But the way she start to move made me prim and proper

Yeah I come with Dubby, come with Rakshasa

Dasheen Bush in the bag

Courtesy of my cousin, chef's kiss à la Rasta's

New coupe at the compound, Abu Bakr

Big dog, bigger collar

Iron and gold, silver and copper

Circling the cul-de-sac, windows tinted in a Mazda

Auntie keep the zapper just to get the bugs off her

My brother got the Lancer with the stereo to play your favorite song

No, you keep me coming back, it's just part of the process