Lyrics With Me - GQ, Heather Victoria

With Me

I like to call her sunshine cause she making my weather clear
I slid on her like I’m slidin' on this record here
Off juice and gin few bottles of everclear
You could be my Mary J and I could be your meth, my dear
Colorful convos, we takin' a short trip
Sex appeal got my engine running like a Porche gear
Steppin out the shower your feet leavin' a floor print
Swear you got the type of ass to make a nigga forfeit
I dunno, we just click, we ain’t gotta force shit
She diggin' me I pick her up just like a fork lift
Every time she walking inside a room she just bless the place
Cool as shit, she respond LOL, SMH
I caught a glimpse but know you more than the eyes show me
Type of body every guy drive by slowly
I’m feelin' you like an oldie
Got it on lock like goldie
I know a few places we can go, babe
Tryna get to know you babe
What’s on your mind?
Can we take a ride?
Got some things I wanna show you babe
Can I show you babe?
I could ease your mind;
you’ll be just fine with me
You’ll be just fine with me
You’ll be just fine with me
We be on that chill shit talking like all day
Go to where there’s fun at and we just parlay
I’m just tryna hang this life is a hallway
Make a deaf man stutter she butter like
Doin' it all way them pilots stuck in the rain
Now we getting high like eyes covered in frames
She said this world crazy, I tell her not to panic
Maroon 5, her skin covered in pomegranate
She don’t need cameras, just me and her
Fresh breath of air when I see her
She play it cool I play it cool too, hot look
When we alone she throw it to me like a shot put
She love Miami, tropical feature
Lame niggas try to holla but can never reach her
I’m feelin' you like an oldie
Got it on lock like goldie