[Chorus: Jamie Lidell]
Now I know, the only compass that I need
Is the one that leads back to you.
Now I know, the only compass that I need
Is the one that leads back to you.
[Verse 1:]
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs,
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real, these niggas Sci-Fi,
But that's neither here nor there.
She been contemplatin' short hair,
She said, she tryna be different,
But she just like the rest of these bitches,
But that's neither here nor there.
And my dick is her chair,
It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software.
Got so many hoes, I'm hoein', but she the only one worth knowin',
And, yeah, I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in.
I ain't trippin', but she be trippin',
They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin',
Look, girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor,
Them hoes say, I'ma dog, but how come I don't chase ‘em?
I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up,
I just wanted some time, she say, “Okay, I'm Ya Honor.”
But she been wantin' to break up since Dolce and Gabbana,
All that ass I just be like, “Come, sit yo groceries on my counter.”
I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana,
I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma,
Swear, I may go Issey Miyake, Bond No. 9,
The weed is funky, but I'm smellin' fine,
Tunechi.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I got that shit in my system,
Somebody gon' be my victim,
Eh, so where you at wit' it?
‘Cause I can't do it by myself, I need an ass-sistant.
I got that good, good, that get right,
That early morning, that midnight,
I beat it up like a fist fight,
One, two, three, four, five, sixty-nine,
That dick all in yo windpipe.
Some of her friends I dislike,
Some of yo friends, they alright,
Sometimes I think y'all all dykes,
But fuck all that, I'm on one.
Don't wanna be with the wrong one,
That cold head, that warm tongue,
My third leg run marathons,
I feel you like I'm blind girl,
Can't you see, it's meant to be.
So come to me, then come for me,
My game cold, one degree,
I'm rollin' with two bad bitches ‘cause misery loves company,
One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee.
I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick, no speed bumps,
No redlights, no stop signs, just get to Lil' Tunechi.
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Should I call somebody else?
‘Cause, girl, it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself.
Girl, you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day
If you said you on your way, yeah!
Should I call somebody else?
‘Cause, girl, it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself.
Girl, you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day,
I just hope you know the way,
And she said…
[Chorus]