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(feat. Little Brother) [adlibs: Phonte] Ay baby, you ever wanted to just like Just, just go somewhere and like Just feel the sun just kissing you on your shoulder Y'knahmsayin? You ever wanted to just like Just go somewhere expensive with a whole bunch of white people And just walk out naked on your balcony with just the ankle bracelet on I feel like doing that baby, let's go [Chorus: Phonte] Baby I, wonder does it ever Cross your mind, cause it seems we never Take the time, to say "Hey babe, let's get away" hey We can fly, somewhere and just lay a Waste of time, take a flight and write our names Across the sky, so baby girl let's get away hey [Buggs:] Hello my lovely ladybug, I love to kiss and hug A little backrub, bubble bath you too We can cuddle close and the closers can fade Have a cappuccino on the way or say we Kick it like a Sensei, Oscar de la Renta Shoes on your feet, we can tap-dance the night away SongtexteLet's change the forecast for the day For your foreplay on the first-class get away By the shores of The Bay, far away from the controversy Rose petals when you lay and Forever we can stay (baby girl, look) Just your silhouette, made me want a cigarette Addicted to your love, I think I need Nicorette Shorty lay on the private jet Bout to land in Thailand just to watch the sunset So undress and I'll finish the rest [Chorus: Phonte] [Phonte:] Yo, stress on your brain ain't good for the business So I'm all mine, online booking the tickets That's our number one rule Boss lady at your job and the paper is cool But every big fish like to play hookie from school And get caught up in the trip to the pool Or a night on the town, out of town just to show off your jewels Just to relax and throw off your blues More often, less walking Not talking, girl I show and I prove [Rapper Big Pooh:] Ain't no need to pack a bag, I plan to pop tags Go somewhere warm, put our toes in the sand Go somewhere cold, each other we'll hold The latter is what I prefer, truth told Another show sold out That mean more money in my bank account That mean more time we can spend away Enough of the talk, let's just do it today [Chorus X2: Phonte] [ablibs: Phonte] Yeah, from the Natti to the 9-1-9 It's Little Brother, my man Buggs, what up? (What it do?) Tiggy Sinatra on the motherfucking hook Sounding like money, sounding so sweet Sounding like goddamn raspberry velvet They don't even make raspberry velvet But if they made it, that's what it would sound like My nigga Rapper Big Pooh sounding like goddamn honeycomb comforters They don't even make honeycomb comforter But if they made it, that's what that shit would sound like My nigga Buggs sounding like motherfucking lavender silk throw pillows They don't even make those But if they made them, that's what it would sound like, peace Aus Songtexte Mania