Careful (feat. Geovanni) - DYLANXPEET

I just wanna see you move (Just let me see you walk) I only got dressed up for you Be careful how you look at me 'Cause we might not make it out the room It's ten o'clock I'm checkin' my watch Because you're taking so long Now you've caught my eye And it's over We're not gonna make it You look so good, I think I'm gonna pass out I think I'm breathing too hard Let the phone ring Just cancel the Uber This might get a little rough I just wanna see you move I only got dressed up for you Be careful how you look at me 'Cause we might not make it out the room I like your hair And the way that you walk It's really turning me on Let me finish my drink And turn down the lights I'm 'bout to give it to you Let me kiss your lips Down to your neck I wanna play in your hair Girl, you got me hot Once we start, we can't stop Just let me get them jeans off I just wanna see you move (Just let me see you walk) I only got dressed up for you Be careful how you look at me 'Cause we might not make it out the room

When you blowin' up my phone Gettin' petty, making out like you were already gone It's like "woah" I guess I should've known You could take a bat to my head, to my skull, yuh I'ma play it dumb like I don't even know How this probably gonna go 'till she get me like "woah" (woah) The food is getting cold little psycho (little psycho) Leading me around and I'm following, shit Maybe I could be dead by tomorrow (by tomorrow) (Woah) So I'm riding in the whip You can't even call it quits Doing shit you wouldn't tell your doctor what (woah) Take a bite out of the apple Momma boutta win the raffle She told me you best be careful where you walk! (Woah) Tread lightly and don't come off unsightly Don't be pulling Spike Lees, this ain't a fuckin' film This is real life, G, you gotta play it tightly Don't seek out the tightrope, you'll spiral (Woah) You hear these chords? They're hopeful (Hopeful) Yeah, let me put some words on 'em for you, you know? A little something like this I should be running from you But I can't budge (Woah, aye) So I'm riding in the whip You can't even call it quits Doing shit you wouldn't tell your doctor what (woah) Take a bite out of the apple Momma boutta win the raffle She told me you best be careful where you Fucked up like a whore in a penthouse Fucked up like the road that I been down Fucked up 'cause I don't wanna feel down Fucked up so I can't even fix now (agh) Got her like a wheel, no grease (agh) And I'm WD-40 (agh) It's the sound that I need, babygirl gimme that (agh) (Woah) I should be running from you But I can't budge Yeah I'm still pulling through Until it gets to be too much (Woah) No, no, no run that shit back, it wasn't hard enough (Woah, hard enough) (Hard enough) (Woah) (Woah) Pressure and heat, pressure cooking the beat uh I think I burn my hand every time that I huh (Woah)