Midnight, laced in neon
You're the trouble I'm on
Raining hunnids, kissin' on ya
Wanna push back on you
'Cause, girl, you got me
Losing it
You're my private dancer
Oh no
The way you're moving it
You're my private dancer
Oh no
We need a tidal wave
I pray for never ending rain for the Palisades
Act your age
Old men lying about the bread that they ain't done made
You pass judgment, your past messy
Look at what I've done in the last decade
I said I wouldn't rap again
Then Andre grabbed a flute, guess shit done changed
Both made rap money
But you know I'm that hungry
This that eight hours sleep
Real healthy, when you're with me
From the Westside to Bed-Stuy
Seen the world twice now
It's hard to be stressed out
Yeah, I'm not that next guy
I ain't flexible, no I won't bend for them decimals
Girlfriends, girlfriends, edible, point of view incredible
Point of view incredible
You got me losing it
You're my private dancer
Oh no
The way you're moving it
You're my private dancer
Oh no
