Elijah Blake - Senses lyrics

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Elijah Blake - Senses lyrics

[Intro] Whoa whoa whoa whoa There I go again, comin' to my senses Whoa whoa whoa whoa There I go again, comin' to my [Verse 1] Shorty got curves, her shorty got a man Shorty came in here lonely Shorty's tryna act like she don't wanna dance n***a gotta move in slowly [Pre-Chorus 1] But every other song about turnin' up While I'm just tryna chill with you in the cut So you can recognize that I'm different And you can stop actin' like you innocent (Yeah) She said she really, really, really faded (Really faded, faded) Don't take them pills, they'll just accelerate it (They'll accelerate it) Come down for a minute, lay back in this position [Chorus] Yeah, slow it down and ride it like a 6-4, yeah (Yeah) Like them Chevys bouncin' on the hydros, yo (Yo) Candy paint with them gold honey spokes, yeah (Yuh) We coast in slow motion Whoa whoa whoa whoa There I go again, comin' to my senses (Senses, my senses) Whoa whoa whoa whoa There I go again, comin' to my senses (Senses, my senses) Whoa whoa whoa whoa Another n***a girl on my bedroom floor It was all good 'til I hit the last stroke But there I go again comin' to my [Verse 2] I knew better than to take it this far You knew not to let down your guard We knew better right from the start We knew better right from the start Whoa, but times are gettin' hard All he gave was promises, and you gave up your heart What happen when it starts to fall apart Used to be the perfect b**h, you used to be a work of art [Pre-Chorus] I don't give a f** about turnin' up No, I'm just tryna chill with you in the cut So you can recognize that I'm different And you can stop actin' like you innocent, yeah, yeah If you really, really, really faded (Really faded, faded) I hope yo homegirl ain't your designated (Ain't yo designated) The way she drinkin', y'all just might not make it (Might not make it) So let me get you to your destination (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) [Chorus] Yeah, slow it down and ride it like a 6-4, yeah (Yeah) Like them Chevys bouncin' on the hydros, yeah (Yeah) Candy paint with them gold honey spokes, yeah We coast in slow motion Whoa whoa whoa whoa There I go again, comin' to my senses Whoa whoa whoa whoa There I go again, comin' to my senses Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa Another man girl on my bedroom floor It was all good 'til I hit the last stroke But there I go again comin' to my [Outro] Senses (Senses, my senses) My senses (Senses, my senses) My senses (Senses, my senses) My senses There I go again comin' to my senses There I go again comin' to my There I go again comin' to my senses There I go again comin' to my

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