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I know it’s been a while
I know you feel them watching us
I’ma take you home
This ain’t a conversation for the club
But I miss my nasty girl
I confess, I’m vulnerable
Last time I missed my chance, I need your focus
Lil mama, when your mind wanders
Put me back on your route
I keep your feet on the ground
But I cannot speak where we at
Can’t move forward when I hold you back
Running laps around your mind, never lost track
I just had to circle back
Muscle memory, I’ll still get you there
All these eyes, how I lose sight of what’s real
All these eyes on us, how you lose sight of our vision
Face to face, feeling distance
I’m out of touch right with you
No
This ain’t a conversation for the club
I just miss my nasty girl
Drunk sex while we straight sober
No texts on the way home
It’s a warzone, can’t take cover
I don’t even wanna change clothes
This ain’t a conversation for the club
I just miss my nasty girl
We gon’ make it home and get hands on
You gon’ make it home with your nails on me
Grown love off a pinky promise
Grown touch from our young love
Let me take you home
Tell the driver you tipsy, I’ll tip for you
Spilled drink on my Gucci, it ain’t mean none
And it ain’t ’bout shit
I’d rather go somewhere private
You know you taste so good
And it’s pretty
Let me see that lil—