Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Obsessed, artist - Jack Harlow. Album song 18, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Private Garden
Song language: English
Obsessed |
I’ve been obsessed with your face |
Thinking 'bout you and a dress and a date |
Let me get some cash with this check at the bank |
And we can make the best of the rest of the day |
I like it when it’s sunny outside and I pull up at your crib 'round twenty past |
five |
And I’m staring at your walk when you coming outside |
Ain’t seen you in a minute, girl, it’s fucking 'bout time that we get it |
Tank top with the skin showin' |
Light brown with the skin tone |
Dime piece with the white teeth |
She got her hair down like the windows |
And you know that you’re beautiful |
The type of girl that got me really hoping I’m suitable |
You been doing you and I don’t really know what to do with you in the moment |
So I’m driving a little slower than usual |
I can tell you not a fuckin' dummy |
When I’m with you I might try a little harder to be funny |
For the time being I’ll assume you honestly just want me |
But these women gon' change when you got a bunch of money |
So, I savor these moments |
I’ll take your ass shopping and pay for the clothing |
Honestly what you do is magical to me |
And really I just want a taste of the potion |
Everything from your smile to your hair and your eyes |
From your step to your dress and I’m set |
Everything from your smile to your hair and your eyes |
From your step to your dress and I’m set |
I’ve been obsessed with ya sex |
Move so good, you should move to success |
I can see you stripping naked, make the money stretch |
Said she do it in the motel for the kid |
Take you to a city, to a place you never been |
God damn, dressing like |
You next to me looking like Yoko |
Fuck TV, you workin' with an Apple |
Let me control that fatty like Roku |
We can bounce to the mall with your homegirls |
Or we can bounce in the mall like pogo |
Keep our vibes on the low like no-shows |
In 2000 you probably wore Manolos |
I can tell 'cause you living up in Soho |
But you ghetto 'cause your ass like |
Kardashian, no promo |
We never watching, we be busy with our photos |
Front cam with the fam, all gang signs in it |
You laugh cause' you glad 'cause the gangs all in it |
Never feel safer, guns on the table |
My brother gon' keep us, the Canon is aimin' |
Right back to the room, nip slip, badaboom |
Light that Marley, sniff that Heidy Klum |
Invite only, sip that billion |
Everything from your smile to your hair and your eyes |
From your step to your dress and I’m set |
Everything from your smile to your hair and your eyes |
From your step to your dress and I’m set |