Flight Facilities - C.R.A.V.E. lyrics

[Intro] Why can't you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I crave you [Verse 1: Hoodie Allen] Said I feel so sweet they compare me to Nestle That's why you stay cravin', Wesley Never had a girl go that far to impress me But I just gotta keep it at bay like the Chesapeake And on the bedsheet beat until she cardiac And you be diggin' down my pants like an artifact Know I'm always on the move like an army brat So let me back it up, word to Charlie Batch And my plan it has hardly hatched I just love when we improvise So if she turn around and say she isn't into me Then I'mma turn around and say she isn't into guys [Pre-Hook: Hoodie Allen] So what you do to me All I really want is you to move with me All the things you do are feeling new to me Cause I wanted you to act foolishly [Hook: Flight Facilities] Why can't you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I stare at you Why can't I keep you safe as my own? One moment I have you the next you are gone [Bridge: Hoodie Allen] Say no matter what we do We gon', we gon' crave you [x4] [Verse 2: Hoodie Allen] Some stare at me but you stare through me This ain't my first time don't think I'm a noobie I got a minute let's get in it like a room key I ain't a player but I try like Rudy So all these dudes be judged like Judy I do them on my court but they got no claim We can turn this red eye to a soul plane As long as we stay fly the rest of you so plain She been waiting 'till I blow like propane But I ain't never going ahead the Rogaine Find me on the web I'm asking your domain I'm at your doorstep, I'm at you so lame [Pre-Hook & Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3: Hoodie Allen] Yeah, so silly they saying that they can love me No Chappelle we gotta wrap it up, B She ain't leaving 'till I slay like Buffy And we don't mind when it's rough, Rugby So don't trust me I came in the room Scent so musty she sprayed her perfume This is big time I can pay per the view And it ain't Mayweather on the tube So just, turn it a little bit up, it;s so fitted And I never made a joke about us, it's no kidding Gotta deliver what's written and such, but no feeling Give the people what they want until I make a couple million for you