Flying Lotus - Night One lyrics

[Verse #1] Got a different type of vibe When I'm in a close mile to ya radius Radio singles don't make ya, they mistake ya For some avarage Afrodite, unapologetic kinda Un-stereotyped vibration, I'm tuned to ya I made my room for ya, hopin that I could please ya taste Get in the do' and open it, soak it in as I ease ya legs No hope for no horoscope, like co-ckaroach pokin' her toe She got scared by the inches, I'm a inch away From her spirit, lay her down and astral project Ass to mouth, yes, make her laugh while the s** in progress Tell a joke on her p**y, I'm just kiddin' her I'm just skinnin' her alive, ain't no better demise Ain't no better description, ain't no better, just listen Same 4 letters and then some great dope lectures through lyrics Stay gold 'till the case closed, she say I'm her favorite lyricist In this b**h, no disrespect but I diss respect Need to lick her neck, lit her up like is dinner, that's Just a way of sayin' it, sh** I made this off of eatin' tracks Beatin' cats like a dog, with the mighty wolf power I been close so adios, somebody got this hoe un-cowarded During this 47 days and nights, gotta make it right to make it through Made it like a maid would do, just the ordered by the Lord so may you Lay my head to rest on ya breast, or da legs is cool Make it s**ual, from back to back, make her back then ooze After Day One there's day two, but before you gotta have the night Before you gotta have tonight, which is the night after Day One So welcome to Night One [Hook] And I don't know why you say that you just can't be here We just lay and then we play and you say there's no fear Don't f** with me or my head, babe I know otherwise It's by the time you close the two and uncover yo eye Ain't no other better baby Ain't no other better baby (x2) [x4] [Verse #2] Wasted and sedated Wit an outdated playlist Always faded, face fainted from a raisin on a outrageous racist Hit him a brick and sh** him a finished blunt And sizzle on lil syrup, fill up my tenderous gut Intimate d**, with it adjust my liver, liquor down crust Feelin' out us, she down to lick it without a doubt, 5 minute bust I'll hit her first, down sydrome? Style fittin' a little much Cowboy prism, foul toys ringin', around this fickle s*ut She lookin at me like her daddy, I'm at it like ravioli Pattin' only the greatest on they backs, in her a** I'm the mad emoji Holy moly guacamoli, holy waters couldn't drown this fire My saliva much more drier but she still like it Not really a writer but a rioter on the system Income, been this numb since my first kick drum Was oblit-etared, and my dick was paved in With her clit, impacient for me to slap that big bum I'm a big bang product, I'm prouder then anyone Nobody's allowed to be louder, the style is just too much On her puss I'm possessed, pose as dope? d**h No treath, left my breath stankin' with that cat on slow s**