Yellow Lines (f. Phonte & Witchdoctor) [Deluxe Edition] - Cunninlynguists

It feels alright

So just lay back into the night

But don't lose sight

Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines

I'm DUI in her eyes, but fuck tapping the brakes

Let's shorten up the time fantasy take

Stroke her ego slow til' her vanity quake

Satin hair, silk skin, wet panties and lace, the

Fabric of love, the thrill of the chase

Blunted, lovin the highway, spinnin in place

My hands are Sex Pistols, strapped to her waist

Strange fruitin lip gloss, try and savor the taste

We can both play games, exchange fake names

Paint pictures of lust using both our frames

Remain unaware of the spell you under

Prisoner of love when given my cell number

High off love, lust in your joints

Kiss and tellin the tale of our sex exploits

Yo relationship sank out to sea

Now you floating on driftwood behind fucking with me

It feels alright

So just lay back into the night

But don't lose sight

Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines

I put a spell on them hoes

I have 'em in the corner on Patron at the shows

I can tell when they ain't from around here

The spell start working when my finger say 'come here'

I'm not a pimp, I'm not a trick

But please believe me I can have any bitch

They call me short, dark and handsome

Kidnap your girl, send your man a little ransom

(Hey) Hey! I'm making major moves, won't you holla back

Hoes twisting my hair with some o' that beeswax

At the club she say she don't dance

But she bouncing on that hot thang in my pants

Ya got money, take her out tonight to eat

She coming over after you finish with the Applebee's

Bobby said slow down, I say go slow

I'm the reason she don't fuck witchu no more

I'm the reason for her being on the pill

I'm the reason Sir Charles had to chill

To get her freaky don't need a bottle of gin

And we be fucking like the world 'bout to end

Ey, I put a spell on them hoes

Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes

Yeah, I put a spell on them hoes

Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes

Hey, I put a spell on them hoes

Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes

I just, I put a spell on them hoes

Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes, hell on them hoes

She used to call me late at night

Didn't take long to see that we were a-alikes

On the same page, just couldn't get it right

Macintosh of my eye, let me take a mega bite

I cordially invite you to come take a ride in my thoughts

Switch memory lanes while we dreamin, wanderin

And in return I'll strip my inhibitions

And go skinny dipping in your stream of consciousness

She said it sounds tempting

And I don't want to catch feelings

But this urge is calling me bad

I said well sugar, if you're worried 'bout catching feelings

Chances are you already have

And there's no need to deny ourselves

I mean, lie to each other and deprive ourselves

Denial's not a game I'm prepared to play

So I express things most niggas scared to say

Put a spell on 'em, Forgive me Lord but I'm hell on 'em

Baby we grown folk, So let me longstroke

And send em back to they man with my smell on 'em

Let me be quiet before I tell on 'em

It feels alright

So just lay back into the night

But don't lose sight

Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines