Witchdoctor - Yellow Lines lyrics

[Hook - Deacon] It feels alright So just lay back into the night But don't lose sight Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines [V1 - Natti] I'm DUI in her eyes, but f** tapping the brakes Let's shorten up the time fantasy take Stroke her ego slow til' her vanity quake Satin hair, silk skin, wet panties and lace, the Fabric of love, the thrill of the chase Blunted, lovin the highway, spinnin in place My hands are Sex Pistols, strapped to her waist Strange fruitin lip gloss, try and savor the taste We can both play games, exchange fake names Paint pictures of lust using both our frames Remain unaware of the spell you under Prisoner of love when given my cell number High off love, lust in your joints Kiss and tellin the tale of our s** exploits Yo relationship sank out to sea Now you floating on driftwood behind f**ing with me [Hook] [V2 - Witchdoctor] I put a spell on them hoes I have 'em in the corner on Patron at the shows I can tell when they ain't from around here The spell start working when my finger say 'come here' I'm not a pimp, I'm not a trick But please believe me I can have any b**h They call me short, dark and handsome Kidnap your girl, send your man a little ransom (Hey) Hey! I'm making major moves, won't you holla back Hoes twisting my hair with some o' that beeswax At the club she say she don't dance But she bouncing on that hot thang in my pants Ya got money, take her out tonight to eat She coming over after you finish with the Applebee's Bobby said slow down, I say go slow I'm the reason she don't f** witchu no more I'm the reason for her being on the pill I'm the reason Sir Charles had to chill To get her freaky don't need a bottle of gin And we be f**ing like the world 'bout to end Ey, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes Yeah, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes Hey, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes I just, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes, hell on them hoes [V3 - Phonte] She used to call me late at night Didn't take long to see that we were a-alikes On the same page, just couldn't get it right Macintosh of my eye, let me take a mega bite I cordially invite you to come take a ride in my thoughts Switch memory lanes while we dreamin, wanderin And in return I'll strip my inhibitions And go skinny dipping in your stream of consciousness She said it sounds tempting And I don't want to catch feelings But this urge is calling me bad I said well sugar, if you're worried 'bout catching feelings Chances are you already have And there's no need to deny ourselves I mean, lie to each other and deprive ourselves Denial's not a game I'm prepared to play So I express things most n***as scared to say Put a spell on 'em, Forgive me Lord but I'm hell on 'em Baby we grown folk, So let me longstroke And send em back to they man with my smell on 'em Let me be quiet before I tell on 'em [Hook]