Dearly Beloved (feat. Musab and Muja Messiah)

Lyrics

Now what's a player to do? People label me rude
 I just wanna be inside you like your favorite food
 Dearly beloved, let's go crazy
 Purple rain on your parade and let me kiss your paisley park
 You gimme a condition of the heart
 Let's pretend we're married just to rip it all apart
 It's a love bazaar, like, do me baby
 Like you never done before, who's that lady
 Cab driver? My Uber says "Arriving Soon"
 I'm at the cherry in a spoon under the cherry moon
 From Alphabet Street down to Electric Avenue
 I'm lookin' for the girl with the Drag-On tattoo
 And it's a sign of the times, but sometimes
 It snows in April, let's play in the sunshine
 Now take a sip and pass until the cup's dry
 Mini apple pie, you can hear the doves cry
 Huh, nah, gimmea proper hug
 Let's dance and celebrate modern love
 We could shout and let it all out
 But what happened in the past is not what this is about
 You've came a long way and it's good to see
 But here's an S.O.S., just be good to me
 And I'll be good to you, we can look to do
 Some things like get together and cook some food
 To clarify, i'm not shy or an introvert
 That's a typical stereotype of men at work
 Different strokes for different folks
 Sail in the same water, but sittin' in different boats
 You're breakin', baby, you look confused
 I'm Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo
 You're still hangin' out with Cheryl and them?
 We'd prolly been hangin', too, if I was your girlfriend
 Baby, I'm a star like a alien on Mars
 Thought I made it far 'til you came and raised the bar
 Made me wanna play guitar, but I gotta play it off
 'Cause I can't play a lick, but I play it off slick
 Your body got me in a frenzy, I feel it all in my kidneys
 We litty like Mork and Mindy drivin' through Erotic City (Skrrt)
 In the bubble Lex ES, left on 94 West
 Time to flex, got me crushin' on you like The Jets
 And I don't care where we go, just take me with you
 Reservations at The Lexington, table for two
 I feel blessed to be in the presence of so much excellence
 All this estrogen got me flexin' again
 I wanna be your lover, my future baby mother
 Let's see you play up a number
 Run up a check, ball out and run game on each other
 Your luxurious appearance got me curious, I'm serious
 Every time you call my phone I get delirious

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Song Details

Duration
03:29
Key
3
Tempo
85 BPM

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