A young man was talking to a magician and declared “I don’t believe in magic”. The magician smiled and replied “you will when you meet her and feel that shiver down your spine”
M.J. and Wild Bill try to Netflix and chill, wind up only . . . zooming
She’s a Bad Kitty, OMG, looking all Gucci, hoping love’s . . . blooming
But posting selfies makes her look thirsty, triggers Bill to spill the tea (and Bill tells M.J. in no uncertain terms)
Slay me with your eyes, you and I should be partners in crime
No more love on line, head for Bed-Stuy. How ‘bout L.M.I.R.L. tonite? slay me with your eyes
(And then M.J. tells Bill)
Virtual romance doesn’t have any chance, it just disturbs the flow (2nd verse)
You’re on fleek, off beat, statutory hoodwink. Your motto is Y.O.L.O.
You’re lit, crossfit, glad you’ve got my digits. If we skirt now, hey, we’re going to miss it
(and M.J. tells Bill)
Slay me with your eyes, you and I should be partners in crime
No more love on line, head for Bed-Stuy. How ‘bout L.M.I.R.L. tonite? slay me with your eyes
(now what do we know about Bill? I mean is he even real?)
Now I don’t care if you want to roast me
Just don’t dare ever try to ghost me (whooo) . . . (and M.J. and Bill both agree)
Slay me with your eyes. You and I should be partners in crime
No more love on line, head for Bed-Stuy. How ‘bout L.M.I.R.L tonite?
Slay me with your eyes. You and I should be partners in crime
This must be what open heart surgery’s like, not a drop of pain killer in sight (what?)
Slay me with your eyes, slay me with your eyes, slay me with your eyes (you’re kidding me)
slay me . . . with your eyes
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