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Lyrics:
Moon City
(Eddie Caldwell, Ivory Cox)
Verse
Lets live the American dream like a club scene
If you believe in love the road will show hat tilted so mean
So fresh, so clean, anything you want, you know it’s on me
As long as you on me, you want the city and baby I got the keys
I can’t imagine a woman that I can’t please and I can’t see that I can’t keep
I’m the focus of your dreams that mommy I’m gone treat
I don’t grab for something I can’t reach and think about something I’m gone eat
I don’t jump in the ring with someone I can’t beat
So this means that I study my shit, the top of the mountain is the pleasure you’ll get
I’m measuring it so your body I’ll life up in the air while I handle your sh**t
Chorus
I want to be ya, I want to be ya I want to be ya
One and only baby
I want to be ya, I want to be ya I want to be ya
The one that drives you crazy
Can I take you here, can I take you there, take you everywhere
I want to be ya, I want to be ya I want to be the one
Verse
There’s nothing that I’ll take you through nobody has to pray for you
Just be my Lucy Lu, I got a place that I’ll take you to
Big crib that I’ll chase you through, black lace that I’ll place on you
I got a lake with a cake load of candles too, pick a ride any color, canary blue
The Mazarati, got ya body looking very loose, I roll in that cherry coupe
Leave your Prada purse at home, and let’s spend this loot
There’s no telling with this man can do, pick a spot only you can choose
I want to see you in ya Jimmy Choos, Sick and True Religion giving me the flu
And I’m loosing my mind too, direct you in my video’s like been boom
Cause ya body is moving good I can hear ya tunes,
An erotic aroma I can see the fumes
Chorus repeat
Verse
I want you to be my may bye baby so we can hit the backseat
Play I play back, score after score, which one is winning
Keep the pants on the floor, and a hand on the door
While their screaming for more, it’s so exhilarating
We like a car going fast we’re accelerating,
And you’re giving me seconds so I’m never waiting
And I’m the only one there, so I’m never hating
So much to give, I go on and on, and then on and on, and then on and on
And when it’s done, it’s right never wrong,
With a whole lot of footage like we shot a porn
Grab the bull by the horns, it’s just a metaphor,
But the kind of shit we almost never done before
Maybe up in Singapore, make sure you lock the door
You’re lollipop make my tongue make me want to lick you more
Chorus repeat
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