Next to Me - RÜFÜS DU SOL

What up, Mark? (Ayo, Mark A) In the UFO off moon rock, I might be a Martian 'Gelo and Lamelo, me and D hitting threes in Charlotte You won't see me out unless you catch me leaving Neiman Marcus I'll flash a long-sleeve, let me take the sleeve and park it Coffee cup full of Wock' and pop, this ain't Tim Horton's Before my face card was hot, I had been scorching Steak fiend, this the third time this week I hit Morton's Whip roaring, hopping out 'Iagas, only drip foreign Track one, step it, track one, swipe it Road running, shoutout Yachty, think that I'ma one night it Scat Pack with the wasp, finna buzz by him Where the tester at? I told your ass that these some Hutch diamonds Woke up, made a dub, you ain't even brush your teeth yet Hundred rounder just so he don't get the chance to cheat death If I slide down, it's only gon' be some debris left 12 on the right, dumbass, you gotta swing left What I learned is backdoors is something you can't leave open Chopstick, every shot auto, guess I'm free throwing High as hell 'cause the weed and the drink potent Bumped into Peezy up in Hutch, he told me, "keep going" Hey Hey Told my akhi grab his turban, time to firebomb some shit If you ain't down to die in the ride, then why you hopping in? MacBook open, blowing 'Woods, finna politic At Ruth's Chris, heard you still take McDonald's trips Match your four in his deuce, I just dropped a six Buffs on, pass some paper towel or some snot gon' drip Ele' Delle Donne, you shoot a shot, my bitch gon' block your shit I mean swat your shit, taking off like a rocket ship Mike Amiris skinny, 30K, now that's some thigh pads Hating on the ShittyBoyz, well, you gon' die mad Mister V12, fuck around and see me fly past Told the plug I need the whole 'bow, you copping dime bags What the fuck is going on nowadays? What up, Hokatiwi? (It's Hokatiwi) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, bitch ShittyBoyz Down in the A with a stick, feel like Chipper Jones Score first play, you the type to need a fifth and goal Bitch got a dub in her Lulus, got her pigeon-toed Sleeve Nash, specialize in pick-and-rolls and give-and-gos Reach for this chain, get him blew, call him indigo Spend it while I can, I don't know if I'm living long Shoutout unky in the kitchen, call him Mister Get-It-Gone Mama said if you start weak, gotta finish strong I guess I took that shit and ran with it Wouldn't start beef, that's that shit that had your mans missing In the Land Rover going fast, might not land in it If I miss a shot, I can guarantee that Stan hit it I'm a living legend, you a poor bum Why you talking shit? Better make sure them chores done Scam god, ran it up by my fourth run Christian Loubs got me sticking out like a sore thumb (Jose the Plug) (Primo Beats on the track) What up, Jose? What up, Primo? Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, bitch Hmm In the black 'Cat, see my drive by, that's bad luck Quarter of the Runtz, deuce of Wocky, I can't stand up These the newest white buffs, you can ask Hutch Stop flashing ten, I just did that off the last punch Ksubis full of dog shit, I had to pull my pants up Stop with the tough role just because your mans cut Stop with the rich act, flashing all your pop's money I'll rip a thousand in your face, this ain't no prop money Let me see that pint, dude, I think your Wock' funny White Hanes in the Christian Loubies, left the socks bloody White tee from the liquor store, if you know, you know He won't even look me in the eyes, he a ho for sure The way I'm balling 'round this bitch, I think I'm going pro Before you hop up in the game, you better know the ropes Riding with the tint 'cause I'm hip to all the jealousy Living like a king, never could you peasant me Catching up to me in life, shit, maybe eventually I'm like a door you gotta pull, it ain't no pressing me Whew Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm like a door you gotta pull, it ain't no pressing me Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz Dogshit Militia Whew, bitch

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah

Waking up next to you in the middle of the week Never needed anyone to send me off to sleep And I know I said, "Go Slow" But I can't hold back no more Got a premonition this ain't gonna be a fling You make a weekend feel like a year Baby, you got me changing 24-7, I want you here I hope you feel the same thing I want you to be the one that's on my mind On my mind, on my mind I want you to be there on a Monday night Tuesday night, every night Are you gonna be the one that's on my mind? 3-6-5, all the time I want you to be the one to stay And give me the night and day Love it when you come back and can't take it when you leave Got me fantasizing our initials already And I wanna just let go Fall in deeper than before Say that you are ready, lock it up in a heart beat I want you to be the one that's on my mind On my mind, on my mind I want you to be there on a Monday night Tuesday night, every night Are you gonna be the one that's on my mind? 3-6-5, all the time I want you to be the one to stay And give me the night and day I think about you all the time 24-7, 3-6-5 I think about you all the time 24-7, 3-6-5 Are you gonna be the one? Are you gonna be the one? (Are you gonna be the one?) I want you to be the one I want you to be the one that's on my mind On my mind, on my mind I want you to be there on a Monday night Tuesday night, every night Are you gonna be the one that's on my mind? 3-6-5, all the time I want you to be the one to stay And give me the night and day I think about you all the time 24-7, 3-6-5 I think about you all the time 24-7, 3-6-5

Oh, I'd rather be kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want I smell like a rose, can I have you in doses? No, I don't wanna fight, but I will if you like I don't swim, I just dive right into those blue-green eyes No, I don't wanna fight, I just, I just wanna be Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want And da-da-da-da-da-da The sun in our eyes, this love is blind Let's not decide whether we're too far gone 'Cause I'd rather be Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want (That's what I want) Oh, oh, oh, oh da-da-dumn That's what I Dum da-da-dum, oh That's what I