Hook Jermiside: I don’t walk I float/ I don’t shine I glow/ and thats something they don’t even know/ I don’t walk I float/ no form they call me the goat/ and thats something they don’t even know I don’t walk I float (uh)/ from the kicks to the coat/ and thats something they don’t even know/ I don’t walk I float (uh) so divine we grow and thats something they don’t even know/ I don’t walk I float
Jermiside : (check it) Girl you got me so drugged out and I seen plenty fiends/ got me feeling so bugged out I’m singing Benny Sings/ melanin melodies Pretty Wings and Billie Jeans/ feel likе I seen you on the scene for many springs/ do for my queen was nеcessary by any means/Jermiside ride by your side there ain’t no in-betweens/ this world is colossal let’s stop inside the city greens or hit the hostel Burkina Faso and Guinea dreams/ I’ll take you shopping for shirts that shimmy and skinny jeans/ let’s get it popping with today’s option of limousines/ and it’s reciprocal there’s no problem to give me things/ ‘cause we know the proper type of income is plenty streams/ kings, we do these things on the regular ‘cause every day is new when I’m with you ‘cause I respected her/ my life has been perfected since the day that I elected her/it’s spiritual material ethereal molecular
Hook Jermiside: I don’t walk I float/ I don’t shine I glow/ and thats something they don’t even know/ I don’t walk I float/ no form they call me the goat/ and thats something they don’t even know I don’t walk I float (uh)/ from the kicks to the coat/ and thats something they don’t even know/ I don’t walk I float (uh) so divine we grow and thats something they don’t even know/ I don’t walk I float
Giovonni Pratt : I’m tryin find forever in her reflection/ pretty pastels painted on frame she is the art pretty Canvas/ I see how she blush, plus her beauty never average/ 5 foot three her Pedegree be the soul snatcher/ snap her brazier it kind of shook me peeped her one time watching her walk I had to flirt/ (laugh) I had to gaze for a second how she half stepping all in that skirt red with all the works/Pam Oliver plum with all the dressings/ let me dip somethin high school crush with all the lessons/ pretty face fierce in all that lace lovely/ eyeing her work , model the shirt for the cameras neck smelling like camay Canary flower scented stop playing with mines she might be out of line focus/ snatching my smile you pretty locus looking lovely over waters relaxing kissing in lavished homes at this