whole song: C Fm Bm
|Verse 1|
CAh yeah, ah yeah, I ain't really into drugs,
Fm BmBut now you been my biggest plug.
CThe loving, yeah, you got on lock,
Fm BmPlus you give me all the things I'm wanting.
CI don't really know what's up,
Fm BmBut when I saw you last night at the club,
CMy body wanna get on top—
Fm BmOn top, on top.
|Pre-Chorus|
CI find it a weakness
Fm BmThat I get to sharing your air,
CYour sweet uniqueness—
Fm BmI get to feel when you're right there.
COh, weakness,
Fm BmThat I get to sharing your air,
CYour sweet uniqueness—
Fm BmI need to feel when you're right there, oh, right there.
|Chorus|
C Fm BmMm-mm-mm, wish somebody could come and pipe me up,
C Fm BmCome and pipe me, girl—yeah, you come and pipe me, girl.
C Fm BmI'm getting desperate; on these streets, it's not my fault.
C Fm BmTalking stage no longer in my blood, and I know
C Fm BmI'm getting really old.
|Verse 2|
Fuck your broke home, you know I'm pulling up in a fast car.
Baby, I was on that slow mode—get me ready to match your fire.
Baby, I can never let go; on your marks, then baby, let's go.
And when you need me, I'll come through—come I dey condo, in my condo, oh yeah.
Like Meemi said: “I'll be dumb if I don't answer your call.”
You're my mission, I can see it in your eyes, you give me full permission.
Just Do it in my house, let's Do it in Abidjan; position your chest,
We'll check on we chest—girl, I wanna speak into your heartbeat.
Tell me to stop—come de heart me, it's so hot.
I hope you mean this—hope you're not playing my head.
Can't believe this—how we be sailing inside there.
I need commitment when I'm splitting your legs, hit it with intent.
Your walls like Jericho, I fear—I fear.
|Chorus|
Mm-mm-mm, wish somebody could come and pipe me up,
Come and pipe me, girl—yeah, you come and pipe me, girl.
I'm getting desperate; on these streets, it's not my fault.
Talking stage no longer in my blood, and I know
I'm getting really old.
|Chorus (reprise)|
Wish somebody could come and pipe me up,
Come and pipe me, girl—yeah, you come and pipe me, girl.
I'm getting desperate; on these streets, it's not my fault.
Talking stage no longer in my blood, and I know
I'm getting really old—oh, oh, oh.
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