G Funk Glide

Yeah.

New number, who's this?

Saw the digits on the screen.

Thought I cleared you out the system.

It's a danger-flirt late at night on my line Got a text

from a number that I left behind I deleted the contact to

keep my mind clear But you're sliding back in with the pressure,

my dear Now you say that you're outside,

parked on the street While the G-funk bounce is shaking my seat

I'm-a step to the doorway,

checking the view Got a dangerous feeling when I'm looking at you

(ooh, yeah)

Why you calling up the line that you know I erased?

(know I erased) Got me running through the danger that I shouldn't

embrace (shouldn't embrace) Now the high whiny synth is cutting the dark

Got a West Coast bounce right out of the park

Yeah, you play with the fire but you never get burned I'm-a

teach you a lesson that you already learned Deleted your digits but

I know the pattern Late-night rendezvous under the shadow of Saturn Got

the G-funk glide dripping all on the floor As you step from

the shadow, standing right at my door

(ooh, yeah)

Why you calling up the line that you know I erased?

(know I erased) Got me running through the danger that I shouldn't

embrace (shouldn't embrace)

Now the high whiny synth is cutting the dark Got a West

Coast bounce right out of the park

Yeah,

deleted the number but the vibe remains.

G-funk bounce in our veins. (hummmm)