(Hook)
Baby, look
Look look
Look at your body
Look at your body
Look at your body
It looks so divine
Astral projectin'
Subtle movement
Curved perfection
Look at
Look at
Look at your body
(Verse 1)
It’s so enchanting
Treasure hunt, it’s candy
My eyes bulge out the sockets
Jasper peepin' at Toodles flauntin’
You rouse me into your dungeon
No need for the molly
I’m already high off E when you go slow on top of me
Pink pop of explosion (damn)
The cherry knot knows it
Tyler dropped the bomb but of course Cippy caught it
I seek vengeance towards all that say forget him
Raining down on your parade
I’m just chemically made
(Break)
I’m not who you’re looking for
It’s Dami (yuh)
(Verse 2: phat dami)
Avoiding infection
Had to get head through astral projection (yuh)
You have my attention, don’t need molly to feel a connection (nuh-uh)
I’m cocky, gotta lotta bread, like Aldi (Trader Joe's)
I know she’s down, she look at Dami real naughty (up and down)
I’m drippin’, Saint Laurent, and a Rollie (Kobe)
Diamonds like DeBeers, monopoly (bling bling)
I gotta lotta bitches on me constantly (constantly)
But I don’t want no bitches...honestly (I don’t)
I don’t trust these hoes and their apologies (fuck that)
I only want one, a fuckin’ dime piece (a dime)
I’m not a simp if I think that she like me (she like me)
If you don’t fuck with Cippy then don’t fuck with me (Cippy)
(Hook)
Baby, look
Look at your body
Look at your body
Look at your body
It looks so divine (wow)
Astral projectin'
Subtle movement
Curved perfection
Look at your body (x4)
(Bridge)
Glover speaks about the Algorythm
Maybe meant for a spiritual vision
It calls upon me, for validity
To run in place, seeking the Trinity
(Verse 3)
I’m not a traditional masculine human
Rooted from a woman who taught me like Harry to always treat people with kindness and respect the wishes that’ve been granted
Don’t rip apart their hearts, we’re planted into this world without a say a direction
If I could decide, obviously I’d want to go to Heaven
But maybe this is our Hell, who can tell
Ask the government, the devils in shells
Pantomaths with a clear-cut pane of glass
Dividing them from the masses who cower and worry
Is today my final story?
If it is then I better get on with what I’m wanting
Superficial mansion, dancin’, in the house romancin’
Lookin' at the body glisten’ then evicted teary-eyed
I need a beer or some women, maybe comedy will heal the body
Step at the foot of the church, turnaround
It’s a ghost lobby
I shoulda kept lookin at yo body
Lookin' at yo body (x4)