Critically Acclaimed - Wallflower lyrics

[C.A.L.I.B.E.R.] I was feeling under the weather Spot sunshine, sundress with a shot gla**, one lime I'm usually confident Beautiful made me kinda' timid so I raised up My blood alcohol percentage and I represented Hesitant to grab her arm Looking like a vagabond Caliber k**s her with the charm As compensation for the cash flow I approached the honey mad slow Hoping in a moment we could dance slow But before I could advance yo she said no Mumbling something about the club scene and a**holes [I] stayed humble, extended my hand [She was] so receptive to the fact when I approached her I was such a gentleman [I] told her that's just how I am Would you consider this dance? [She] said, "My skirt's too short, maybe if I wore pants Plus the heels, make it harder to move." Told her, "Disregard the feeling, only part required is your waist to groove." [She] grinned slightly. Feeling she begins to like me I converse politely hoping she'd invite me but Instead, I got a hole in my head Something bout' getting out of bed and dreading work because Her boss makes her fed Dead the conversation Had to see if she was with it, then within an instance I began to feel resistance Didn't budge, I got bored Lunging for the dance floor She's indulged in conversation, that's not what I'm here for Therefore I said, "I'm about to slide, I get the picture." She said, "I don't wanna' dance but it's nice talking with ya." Look, clubs are for dancing Coffee shops are for discussion And if we party now maybe tomorrow we could luncheon Involuntarily I move when I hear the percussion Man! Stand still, paying twenty bills for nothing Out of the question Irregardless of your beauty you're making me regret that I said pardon of Excuse me (Truly) your beauty's dazzling but I'm about to peel Too elegant to sweat is something Caliber could never feel [Chorus: repeat 2X] Dressed to k**, low cut chest revealed Cla**y still you've got a lot of s** appeal But you're such a Wallflower you could dance in heels You're trying to chill, I'm trying to see your dancing sk**s [Quartermaine] Listen sugar peeped your style a mile away Gracious I might say exotic like a wild bouquet I only need your time of day and maybe a Few seconds to display the game (huh) Not in the mood? In the cut you claim you want to lay, but I don't play this game to lose Q don't run away (NAW) I move with a straight approach, laced in [po]lo B-boy arrogant pose Trying to get the last drag off the hash in the roach My wardrobe, it shows that I ain't trying to boast But hopefully you and me we get to whine real close Most of the time I play it cool Don't even sweat these shorties cause Sometimes you wave hi they think you're getting naughty But you Miss, you're unlike all these little girls that bore me I'm trying to get you off the wall and get on the floor see It's curiosity that's got this cat frisky Hot under the collar feeling tipsy off the whisky Maximum return on my interest cause my business never risky [I'm] spitting in tongues until you get me Why don't you let me gently hold your hand s**y And spin it out [of] control like a 430SC? I think I see a spot in the corner Where we can work it out sweat dripping like sauna I wanna' push your body to the limit Repetitions... infinite We gonna' dance or not? Let's rock before the song finish [Chorus]