Run (feat. Schoolboy Q)/An Island (Interlude)

Breathing [?] in my system Watching your body hypnotize me from your rhythm Put that thing up in my kitchen See your body type's the carry on tradition You and jeans open doors, key, keys to a Porsche Shawty get a buzz Shawty get a buzz from Indent relationships Shawty sexing flesh, hips, thighs and her breasts made to get ya She bad enough to make you write her number on the back of your girlfriend's picture She got a walk like she stalking prey Them killer curves and that pretty face And she gon' make you do what you say Licking them lips, swinging them hips as she walk your way Better run, run for your life You better run, run for your life Shawty gave a thrill Shawty gave a thrill from making me beg Set 'em up, turn 'em out, knock 'em down, it's just that simple Shawty make love like a drug or a shotgun straight to the temple Hips movin' yo ass pokin', your neck breaking Dress stretching, eyes sparkling, you a breath taker Heart stopper, need a chart topper Groovy Q meets Big Pimpin' St. Laurent for your Spring clothes Red bottoms, you need those All the things I do for you, oh Got a private jet for two, oh Yeah we taking off or we can land in Rome Put a wet one out the roof All the things I do for you How these pearls come out the roof God built you like a temple How your body drive me schizo Drowning in a sea of groupies, buckets and scallywags. clinging to sanity by a thread, suffocating, when suddenly he spots her. Sexy and classy attire, very little makeup, weave on point, buying her own damn drinks. And as the that waves keep crashing and attempt to bring my man down, behold sweet salvation. An island, integrity [?]