A.M. (feat. N.O., Asia Lechelle, shorty J, Nia Ciahn & Jakub Dominé)

Left wanting more, before

smoke, smoke, smoke

So let me break from you and pay my dues galore, galore

Know what's in store

I mean

Baby, it's just us

Tell me bout' your thoughts

Tell me bout' your dreams

Tell me bout' your flaws, girl tell me bout' it all

While I roll this up, and light the candles up

Baby, let us go somewhere we ain't been

The flame in is your hands

The fire in my soul

So baby, let us talk, I really want to know

I'm blowing you with rings, you're blowing me with O's

So baby, let's just chill, and hold up, let me roll

You're chopping up that soul, you're blazing Aiko

The loud is in the air, the rhythm takes control

I like the way the move, just had to let you know

Just had to let you

Like the way that you back it up

Twerk it up on my double cup

Grab the back and then take control

Baby girl, I'm a let you know

Mess with me, this ain't for the weak

Mash it up and these Ksubi jeans

Looking back, and then go berserk, baby girl, Im a go to work

Baby girl, you're the golden child

With you now, and I'm smiling proud

Stepping out, they come pair by pair, but look at them, they cannot compare

Lose myself staring in your eyes

Speeding J's, losing track of time

Speeding J's, losing track of time

Explore the world, it's all fucking ours

Feel it now, like I'm Austin Powers

Mini me, see myself in you, say you know it's so fucking true

Like the way that you're stepping now

Twist it up, and then buss it down

Girl you know that it's going down

Only us, ain't no one around, but hold up

First let me, ahh

But hold up, first, let me roll this

But hold up, first, let me roll this

But hold up, first, let me roll this

But hold up, first, let me, ahh

But hold up, first, let me roll this

But hold up, first, let me roll this

But hold up, first, let me roll this

But hold up, first, let me, ahh

P.M.

Ohh, I'm feeling low again

Ain't shit I owe to them

They don't want to let it go

Hold on