Click - Intellectual

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

This feel like euphoria

This feel like nostalgia

This feel like it's magic

Abracadabra

Think I passed the past up

Yeah

Until your mom say so

We can run around like little rascals

I feel like alfalfa

I'm trying to sing you ballads

We click

We click

We click

We click like your camera

So put me in your

Black book

Yeah

This feel like insomnia

This feel way too obvious

When singular my audience

I'm looking right at you

You got the height advantage

Walking, talking beauty pageant

Sailor moon attractive

Yeah

And some

And somе

And then some

In alley ways playing stand up

I likе the way you crack up

I don't want to, but I'll drive you home

And as the highway lights pass up

I find my new exit

I put the looking glass down

Unwind a new presence

Her style cold like windows rolled

This is true essence

If I took trips to your town

I'd get to mood catching

Wish I could bottle it whole like it was new ketchup

Can't say my book don't crease

But you should've seen the last one

Can't say the pages stayed all too white

They don't compare to your AF1's

I can't judge the night by the vibe that's prevalent

I try to see it in your last

Look

I can't see since that first and last flash popped and burned my image into your black book

But that's a good thing

Black book

Yeah

Black book

Yeah

And this feel like euphoria

This feel like nostalgia

This feel like it's magic

Abracadabra

Think I passed the past up

Yeah, yeah

Until your mom say so

We can run around like little rascals

I feel like alfalfa

I'm trying to sing you ballads

We click

We click like your camera

So put me in your

Black book