Before This

Oh

Hey, this the wave now, man

Yeah, CAS

Yeah, I jumped out the matte black

Swagger like the Rat Pack, jacket, no snapback (Nah)

Nah, I don't have Snapchat

I'm not easy to contact, I'm old school like that

Yeah, yeah, she real cheeky with the backchat

Yeah, you talk a good one, let's see if you can back that

You left no room to backtrack

You should see my room, Bathin' fat cat (Fat cat)

In fact, if we skip the chit chat

We could beat the traffic, I'll get you back intact (Swear)

Ha, you ain't gotta call back

See me anytime in the form of a flashback

Flash-bang, quick ting, smash, grab

Champers, pancakes, breakfast, black cab

Ha, yeah, we tappin', no clap trap

Ain't gettin' sidetracked, or signin' no contract

When you called me the first time (Yeah)

I knew you didn't have to be mine

But, baby, for tonight

We can look into each other's eyes

And pretend

That this addictive tension will never end

You don't have to call me tomorrow

I'll be long gone

And the thought of whatever was

I'll put it all into this song

Yeah, yeah

Hey, this the wave now, man (Mmm)

Told ya, it's what we do innit?

(Here we go, gonna get up, gonna get up) (Ooh)

(Here we go, gonna get up, gonna get up) Yeah, tell 'em

When I see you next time

Will you have learned to read my mind?

Whoa, tell me can you hear my body?

All I can feel is my body

Oh, ooh, it's when you get close, when you get close

When you get close, when you get close

When you get close

You don't have to call me tomorrow

All I want is for this fantasy to be real

(Huh, huh) Yeah

Little setback, slight mishap

She ain't on my hook now, and I kinda miss that

'Bout to get caught up, I can't risk that

We had an arrangement, but it's all gettin' a missin' (Ha)

See, I'm slicker than A Pimp Named Slickback (Uh)

Dizzy off a dib dab, spinnin' like a slipmat

Kick back, fillin' up a zig zag

I whip it to her flat, true, she hotter that chip fat (Ha)

I admit that I should keep my distance

But I need a fix, and I got low resistance (Yeah)

To her charisma, I really need assistance

Got under my skin, need to get her out my system

In the rear mirror you can see the pistons

Thirty inch, ten spokes, spinnin' like a discus (Yeah, uh)

Listening to Prince in the Discman

'Bout to say somethin' wet, hope she listenin' (Ha)