With Me

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz

When you lookin' like somethin' I need to know about?

I used to go about it the wrong way

Tuggin' your arm when you'd pass

But I see you got class besides all that

Yeah, I'm picky in my own way too

While the rest of these fools is lookin' to screw your brains out

I blamed that on why I stand froze

Practicin' my hellos, "Hey lady, how you doin'?"

Renewin' these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here

<span begin="1:04.100" end="1:05.531">Shit I don't even know your name yet</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:05.631" end="1:06.094">(Word)</span></span>

Ain't sure what your character contains yet

But damn, lady, you could be my Valentine

Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked

Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway

I grow my confidence in words the Henny way, yeah, buy me a drink

So we can sink into that thought path

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Now you know you ain't right, eyein' me up all night

Despite the fact some kid is runnin' chitta-chat in your ear

How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there

When we can make such an obvious pair?

Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit?

I'm peepin' how you move it to the pace of the beat

Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours

Your heavenly body rushin' the tide to shore

Your heavenly body rushin' these guys to the floor

To find pleasure in your double digit design, but these clowns look hurt

And as a woman's ex-**** I'm a woman expert

Understandin' how the ovaries and all that shit work

Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised that I'm movin' closer

Don't be, I'm supposed to D.C., are you for real or a tease?

Now let that drink set in, sweet, we up close and personal

<span begin="2:24.648" end="2:27.481">Ain't nothin' dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:26.807" end="2:27.960">(Caught you watch-in)</span></span>

My every move from the door, Teran escortin' us to V.I.P.

We live in D.C.

Shoestring dress, I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess

Suckin the straw, huh? You know the head game

First place chick girl, I'm all about winnin' too

I want my trophy life-sized in a see-through

This ain't your average, whip on your battered bridge

Drivin' song, your partner isn't your type

So I type it long with that ink that won't budge

Or smudge off your memory, courtesy of SkyTel

My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH1

Also need the math to your tele-P-H-one

Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed

But sound the buzzer, I'm comin' to sub

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Check me out yo

Yo, check it out

Uh, as we descend upon the city of schemes

See the image fade an interview from a black screen (Alright)

A frail grandmother pack a heavy mack-teen

We fiend slash machines in the struggle and things

Bloody denim, scuff knuckle and things

Sucka punchin' fake rappers, cost me to take it to the extreme

Oh, you real son? Well, what do you mean?

How you real when you hustlin' dreams?

How you feel like you fuckin' with me?

Nat Burner fifth militia flame thrower

The mic soldier takin' things over

You’re not sober

Consider thinkin' things over, relax

We 'bout to spit it all over the track, yo