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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elle Varner
Elle Varner
Vocals
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Steve Mostyn
Steve Mostyn
Guitar
Jimmy Varner
Jimmy Varner
Keyboards
Ronald Colson
Ronald Colson
Programming
Jonathan Maron
Jonathan Maron
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elle Varner
Elle Varner
Songwriter
Warren Felder
Warren Felder
Composer
Andrew Wansel
Andrew Wansel
Songwriter
Jermaine Coleman
Jermaine Coleman
Songwriter
Marcel Hall
Marcel Hall
Songwriter
Marlon Williams
Marlon Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miki Tsutsumi
Miki Tsutsumi
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Assistant Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Engineer
Pop & Oak
Pop & Oak
Producer
Stuart White
Stuart White
Engineer

Lyrics

Thought you were just another Romeo The shoe you pass by in the store window But soon as I got home I wish I'd bought you instead I got it bad, I'll take the black, take the navy and red No other man has ever ever had quite this effect I sleep alone 'cause there's no room in my bed for any other lover With no gun to my head Your kisses hold me hostage and I don't wanna stop it 'Cause I only wanna give it to you And I want you more than a new pair of shoes I only wanna give it to you And I sure do hope that you feel like I do I came before this digital ocean Where folks only move in digital motion But you're so classic I want you more than my Adidas All the bees are gettin' at you 'cause your honey is sweeter I need ya, with no gun to my head Your kisses hold me hostage and I don't wanna stop it 'Cause I only wanna give it to you And I want you more than a new pair of shoes I only wanna give it to you And I sure do hope that you feel like I do Can't let this go, what can I say? I just don't know My love ain't no trip for the weekend Here to stay for all of the seasons You're the weakness that I can't control Baby, you all I need to get by You fly, so you're all I need to get high You got it? Uh, so put ya number in this camera phone And we can live like the camera's on No script, though These boys claiming they ball Got no grip, though My flow switchmode, it's so schizo So I'm the one that your girl blow a kiss for You gotta love me, Cole World, no snuggie Baddest girls hug me, my mind on you though You're hoping I'm the one But I already knew though It ain't no secret that I get around, true But girl, you make me want to settle down with you Get a crib with a view, lay up in the bed, make a kid, maybe two All my ex-girlfriends gon' have to get a clue 'Cause the rumors that you heard about is true I said I only wanna give it to you And I want you more than a new pair of shoes I only wanna give it to you And I sure do hope that you feel like I do I said I only wanna give it to you And I want you more than a new pair of shoes I, I,I wanna give it to you And I sure do hope that you feel That you feel like I do, ooh-ooh-ooh I like, I like, I like that y'all, I like that y'all
Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Warren Felder, Elle Varner, Marlon Williams, Jermaine Cole, Marcel Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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