Phil East - I Need You lyrics

[InSpecta] Crack of dawn, but I snooze that b**h "Ugh five more minutes!" "No 2, thats it" Gotta get breakfast, Bay State, need no recipe Fingerprints, waffles, chocolate chips then its SMG Sweatpants and timbs, lookin like hooligans do Till I run up on professors and pretentious students in suits Saying "hi" "Hello" "How are you?" [Small talk] [small talk] "good bye!" "Sianara" Then its back to the crib, its a friday night Cop a bottle of goose, pa** the dutch and the light Hit my boys up, they already know what I'mma say to them 'wheres our crew at? You know, Jack, Johnny, and Jameson?" co*ktails of chaos and mayhem Exit signs we break'em, extinguishers: we spray them just for playing Stay up till Sunday, the party ain't over 8am? goddammit, I'm at cla** hungover... [Hook: DYLAN MAWBY][x2] They be, like what's it to you I need you and my BU crew [DYLAN MAWBY] Ma** appeal, too ideal, rep DC like I'm Bradley Beal Shooting hoops and getting babes, Acing tests and scoring A's This Ma** school keep me busy with cla** Let the stress rise, no apartheid, see my mind's eye wither away No I am no slave to the system, I won't be a victim I'll persist son Got this girl back to my bed bu*tered her muffin now I'm huffin' and puffin' like the big bad wolf Night turns to day, day turns to night I'm a knight to all the ladies out there Be so rare, be so suave Looking like a drunken slob Steady Mawbin always lobbing Back to Pratt now Cop a strikeout Bout to bop now I'm pa**ing out how I check it out now Funk soul Brotha style Then it all goes black as I'm fading down the Nile [Hook: DYLAN MAWBY][x2] [Diesel Hayes] Taiwanese trannies trick'n and floatin' up on the trapeze Supposedly hopin' the ropes entertain the attendees Chemise rouge like we just shot up Copacabana Swervin' wit Scorsese, Whippin' Ascot Bailey, Totin' Dual Hammers But its all just a fantasy dog I'm screen writing the script, Just to pa** it along so Tag along or carry on, Cause there's only enough room in the carry on for my girl, Scout's tagalongs Clocks hot, Bending circles, Just past 45 Smirkin' at latina cuties from Portola Drive Mulatto Baby, Buscemis be laced gracefully, Anticipatin' the embrace of ya face so playfully Take a breath in Let it out doe Bell tolls and I'm off to the next cla** Sprintin' down the main ave, Hopin' not to lose track Jukin', Spinnin', Smitten to catch a glimpse of that girls a**