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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy Wasiu Salami
Jimmy Wasiu Salami
Songwriter
Pasquale D'Alessio
Pasquale D'Alessio
Songwriter
Louis-Laurent Bastien
Louis-Laurent Bastien
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dear Lola
Dear Lola
Producer
Jimmy Wasiu Salami
Jimmy Wasiu Salami
Producer
Pasquale D'Alessio
Pasquale D'Alessio
Producer
Louis-Laurent Bastien
Louis-Laurent Bastien
Producer
braev
braev
Producer

Lyrics

V E R S E  1
You the same girl
Of my dreams 
My goddess how could it be? 
Only broad in the garden for me 
I'm in awe because God made an Eve
If you was starving to eat, 
Cut my Adam's apple and....
(We'll be we'll be we'll be)
Sorry I got lost in the beat
Lemme restart and repeat 
K if you was starving to eat 
Cut my Adam's apple and fall from a tree
I’d rob Steve jobs tell him knowledge is free
I ain’t tryna snake ya Ima tell you straight up
I would like a slice of your awesome physique 
I ain't one to cuddle but for you I'll make a pass
Use your booty as a pillow when I sleep so I can dream about that ass
Maybe that was just a little fast 
But thoughts of us tongue kissing got my got my tongue twisted in the rap 
U got a sexy voice I be listening to that
Imagine how it sound when I hit it from the...ayyy
But it ain’t all physical 
You different from the ones that was in my first visual 
Unique individual connection is spiritual 
Blessings on blessings oh God issa miracle 
C H O R U S 
We’ll be something 
We could be something special 
We’ll be something
We could be something 
V E R S E  2
Ayy I’m bout to blow up lots of things that I can show ya 
Don’t you know us? Wasiu, Lola 
Hold up, poured up bottles models lotto
I know
There you go
How low can you go? 
Oh know there we go
She about that D like Thibodeau…
Pause for safety sorry baby I been so moronic lately 
Cuz I’m raw no condoms baby
Isn’t that ironic? Maybe 
Call me crazy but…I think I gotta shot like curry 
Don’t you worry we can take it slow no hurry ain’t no rush 
But straight up don’t you curve me 
I throw a pitch you bat your eyes 
You singled and you flirty 
Don’t play the field we running home it will be will be dirty
That’s young love at least until we thirty 
Written by: Dear Lola, Louis-Laurent Bastien, Pasquale D'Alessio, Wasiu, braev
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