Just come over I wan' get hung over you When I'm sober You know what to do Just get closer, closer, closer Closer, closer yeah Just get closer, closer, closer Closer, closer yeah Closer like my goals are since I tried to cut you off My bed got kinda roomy but we treat it like its small Sorry if its last minute I ditched my friends back at the bar, baby Cuz they don't like you, and I like that Cuz it's more fun when its wrong I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble Trouble, trouble... Treat me like it I'm gonna go put on Rim Shot yeah I need a big dog yeah Can you be my pit stop yeah Hit it then get lost yeah Sounding like Rick Ross yeah You fuck in your wristwatch yeah I pop it like flip flops for you Backwards like Kriss Kross yeah Just come over You getting 4 leaf clover tonight And I'm sick of jokers I need a king in my life Cuz I been putting days in long And stringing your ass along Don't act like you don't know it You like it It shows in your eyes when you uh On my ah ah Don't you know if I say I'mma hold my own I hold it down, it needs no intro, uh I ain't gonna lie I let the neighbors know your name Yeah yeah Just come over I wan' get hung over you When I'm sober You know what to do Just get closer, closer, closer Closer, closer yeah Just get closer, closer, closer Closer, closer yeah