William White, Nosey Neighbor, Karl Lord Edward Diamonds - Textually Active lyrics

Hey baby I notice you from over there
And I just wanted to come
Over and let you know that I think you just
Look super fucking delicious and uh
Your number is not in my phone for
Some reason and it should be
Ya know for every time I come here
Ya know so we can be texting
Buddies? I guess or something
Uh I gotta do this though real quick

Come over here and jiggy with the volunteer
Lift up yo hood
Let me see what you got in there
It's getting hot in here or is
It just me or just you
And so I'm leaning into kiss you
Don't wanna text you
I've been aiming you for a
While on this scene relationship
And now I see your smile
I want you so bad in my bed
I can taste the place that occupy's
Space in between ya legs give you, boo
I would do some things that you would
Never imagine so just enter my bedroom
Dungeon layer right down the stairs
After you get a taste of
The men one I compare
I sultan swear but tonight
I cut off the o'pair
And I don't even have kids
You got something that I need boo
And so I'm bout to hook it down
To the OC to see you
You don't even know how bad I need you
Right here next to me (no you don't)
You don't even know the rush I get
When you're texting me

I'm the boy next door
So text me on the 6-0-4
My inbox is empty and willing and waiting
Sweet dreams tonight I'll be alright
Alrrrright ooh
I said girl you know I see you
And I know where you live
I'm gonna come over and tell you
Just what were gonna do
Come over and let me touch your derriere
Heaven
Not that one but that one girl i do not care
Undress
Just like my boy petting tin you'll be
How bout a nightgown this
Wardrobe is wiped out
Concert for one, front row should be fun
How bout me, plus you and a big honey bun
Ha, I could not say no to that

I know you that you want me bad, yeah
So you're always typing on your keypad
If you want me and wanna be bad
Then you best to invest in a
Brand new pair of kneepads (that's dirty)

I'm alone
I'm just typing on the phone to my baby I be
Slipping through and picking you up
In a wiper tone
Come in my time zone bitch, I'm right here
I'ma rock star but you can chug a beer
I rock to beers on my wrist
And if you want a little
I wanna little what you got
Going on the middle
I know that the way that you feeling is right
So, it's got me up tossing
And turning at night
Thinking of ways I wanna freak ya
I set my phone down and put it on speaker
Tasting you is like candy on Easter
So I'ma serve you this like a barista
Yeah, I am eager to get you in my jet
To get you in my sheets to get you very wet
I bet I make you sweat
When you get me pumping
In the mean time I think
You should send me something