Lyrics Overtime - Brika

Overtime

It clicked when she would go around
Running through the whole town
Talking to him once again
He looked a little profound
Trying not to slow down
Coaching her like everyday
He’d give her that
Sweet-talking
Always laughing
All the time
He’d give her that
Smooth smirking
And he’s working overtime
Give me all your soul
Give me all your dreams
Give me all your weak thoughts
The things that you do to me
And I singing
Give me that solfa
A little bit
Give me that dola
A little bit
Give me that secret hush
I must yes I do need
Not slick cause' I know how that girl somehow had too much to contemplate
Thirty and Nineteen
Why are they fighting?
It’s getting stranger every day
She’d give me that
Sweet-talking
Always laughing
All the time
He’d give her that
Smooth smirking
And he’s working overtime
Give me all your soul
Give me all your dreams
Give me all your weak thoughts
The things that you do to me
And I singing
Give me that solfa
A little bit
Give me that dola
A little bit
Give me that secret hush
I must yes I do need
Oh oh oh oh x3
Wow wow wow