Pour Me (Thinkin bout u) [feat. Wale]
(Thinkin bout you, I been drinkin bout you, oh)
Thinkin bout you
(Thinkin bout you, I been drinkin bout you, oh)
Drinkin bout you
(Thinkin bout you, I been drinkin bout you, oh)
(Thinkin bout you, I been drinkin)
Yeah
Starin at the window at the rain fallin
Its how it feels when you aint callin
Lets make a deal cause I aint ballin
Can we keep it real? Cause I hate stallin
Times tickin ever slowly
You could be gettin to know me
But I loved you as a homie
Now Im cryin and sayin pour me, so
Pour me one more
One more, one more, one more
Im thinkin bout you, been drinkin bout you
All night, for sure
Wont you pour me one more?
One more, one more, one more
Im thinkin bout you, been drinkin bout you
Might even hit the dance floor
(Thinkin bout you, I been drinkin bout you, oh)
Might even hit the dance floor
(Thinkin bout you, I been drinkin)
I bet you havin fun with that girl now
You should be over here in my house
Kickin your feet up on my couch
I could feed you what you need now
Sweet love, cook soul food
Thats what I got up on the menu
Crazy how you could have been knew
Whats the best thing for you
But, baby
Pour me one more
One more, one more, one more
Im thinkin bout you, been drinkin bout you
All night, for sure
Pour me one more
One more, one more, one more
Im thinkin bout you, been drinkin bout you
Might even hit the dance floor
You a fly lil baby
Should be my lil baby
I arrive in your thighs
Put butterflies on your navel
And my eyes gettin lazy
Thats the high that you give me
Im too faded to drive so my chin is your drivers seat
And Im thinkin bout you
All the things we could do with our time, yeah
(Thinkin bout you, I been drinkin bout you, oh)
And Im drinkin bout you
Let me feast on my food, yeah, yeah, okay
(Thinkin bout you, I been drinkin)
Pour me up then throw it back
Shot glass, then your lower back
Truth come when the bottle done
Throw a DUSSÉ like Im Low and Kaz
Mmh, thats right
Love me right, Ima love you back (All night)
Lil mama tight but never low on cash
Co-workers dont even know I rap
Kind of liked that til you blew the spot
When I pulled up in a, 'Girl, who? B!tch, thats you?'And you just laughed
Im not a regular guy
You not a regular gal
I dont really know a damn thing
Bout this love thing, but Im tryna try
Im not a regular guy, no
You not a regular gal
You dont really know the champ pain
So I champagne everytime you wine
Yeah, oh no
Im thinkin bout you, and Im drinkin bout you
And I know that I cant drive, huh
Not tonight, not tonight, not tonight
One more, one more, one more
Im thinkin bout you, drinkin bout you
All night, for sure
Pour me one more
One more, one more, one more
Im thinkin bout you, been drinkin bout you
Might even hit the dance floor