Lyrics Way Down - Fantasy Camp, Fantasy Camp feat. Coward.

Way Down

Tell me if you want that, you can have that
I’ll be in the club lights wearing all black
You need me to front that, I could run back
Cuz' you know I want that, I’m a have that
I don’t need to stunt that, yeah I’m past that
Send another blunt back, yeah don’t pass that
I’m riding in a red truck with the black mats
Running with the goblins and the black cats
And I roll my weed up with the hazmat
She just put her feet up, painted black matte
Tell me if you want that, you can have that
I’ll be in the club lights wearing all black
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Oh, like she’s coming down the runway
And she’s calling me baby
You’ve been sipping on it lately
Got you talking to me crazy
You can have it, automatic
I be bringing out the racquet, 5−0 magnet
Tell me if you want it, in the moment
Oh, while the lights keep glowing
And you know, yeah you know it
With you gripping up my arm just to show it
You don’t want to have to look in the past anymore
I don’t want to have to look back anymore
This all becomes a habit, chaos magic
Eating up my heart, tear it out and stab it
Gripping on my arm, go ahead and grab it
(Perfect harmony and charm, yeah I think I have it)
Now I know you’re not that forgiving but I ask for it, yes
I tell you how I’m feeling when you’re dressed or undressed
If there’s something that you want then you’ll get that, bet
This is going back to writing songs for Passionate Yet
New feelings, a new ceiling
You really got my head spinning, my mind reeling
Maybe it’s because you want something I’m not giving
The pleasures of a better feeling, they’re forbidden
And now I see the back of your mind and the snakes in your eyes
I wonder what you think when my hand’s grabbing onto your thighs
Tell me if you want that, you can have that
I’ll be in the club lights wearing all black
You need me to front that, I could run back
Cuz' you know I want that, I’m a have that
I don’t need to stunt that, yeah I’m past that
Send another blunt back, yeah don’t pass that
I’m riding in a red truck with the black mats
Running with the goblins and the black cats
And I roll my weed up with the hazmat
She just put her feet up, painted black matte
Tell me if you want that, you can have that
I’ll be in the club lights wearing all black
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down