More songs by Summer Walker
More songs by SAILORR
Description
Executive Producer, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Summer Walker
A& R, Executive Producer: Justice Baiden
A& R: Tim Glover
Aand Rcoordinator: Bryce Lane
Producer: Zach Ezzy
Aand Rcoordinator: Stephen Baynes
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Anoop D'Souza
Aand Radministrator: Jeanne Venton
Producer, Composer Lyricist: Adam Krevlin
Recording Engineer, Executive Producer: David "Dos Dias" Bishop
Mixing Engineer: Joe Visciano
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: SAILORR
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Composer Lyricist: Zachary Ezickson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Text me a quick selfie so I can sit on it.
Running through my mind, he's so intelligent. You ask me if I'm flexible, I do a split.
I wanna get your name engraved in pink glitter right on my clit. I would take your last name.
Put up pictures of our babies' faces in a glass frame.
Hang up every doodle that our daughter draws.
Buy up hella magnets for the fridge 'cause you filled up to the brim with all of her heart. So take my heart. Hope you don't run away.
I'ma call you my babe. Come and take over my name. So take my heart.
Like how could I even think? Like how could I even think? Like how, Sway?
You ain't got the education. I'm saying you the baddest for this lil' fine shit.
He wanna dance, yeah, wine hips. I got super shy lips. No politics and no raw dick, but
I got me a PhD in yappin' knees around him. The way he talk so rousing.
Thinking 'bout him out of bed just like it's double cup.
Hope this my for-lifer 'cause I'm feeling super-duper stuck. Chewing on my bubble butt.
Hubba bubba, baby, I'ma get it up and rub it up right when we fuck. So take my heart. Hope you don't run away.
I'ma call you my babe.
Come and take over my name. So take my heart. Like how could I even think?
Like how could I even think? Like how, Sway? You ain't got the education.
Take, take my heart.
Take, take my heart. Hope you don't run away.
Take my heart with you, baby. Take my heart with you. I'ma call you my babe.
Take my. . .
Like how could I even think? Like how could I even think? Like how, Sway?
You ain't got the education.
English translation
Text me a quick selfie so I can sit on it.
Running through my mind, he's so intelligent. You ask me if I'm flexible, I do a split.
I wanna get your name engraved in pink glitter right on my clit. I would take your last name.
Put up pictures of our babies' faces in a glass frame.
Hang up every doodle that our daughter draws.
Buy up hella magnets for the fridge 'cause you filled up to the brim with all of her heart. So take my heart. Hope you don't run away.
I'ma call you my babe. Come and take over my name. So take my heart.
Like how could I even think? Like how could I even think? Like how, Sway?
You ain't got the education. I'm saying you the baddest for this lil' fine shit.
He wanna dance, yeah, wine hips. I got super shy lips. No politics and no raw dick, but
I got me a PhD in yappin' knees around him. The way he talk so rousing.
Thinking 'bout him out of bed just like it's double cup.
Hope this my for-lifer 'cause I'm feeling super-duper stuck. Chewing on my bubble butt.
Hubba bubba, baby, I'ma get it up and rub it up right when we fuck. So take my heart. Hope you don't run away.
I'ma call you my babe.
Come and take over my name. So take my heart. Like how could I even think?
Like how could I even think? Like how, Sway? You ain't got the education.
Take, take my heart.
Take, take my heart. Hope you don't run away.
Take my heart with you, baby. Take my heart with you. I'ma call you my babe.
Take my. . .
Like how could I even think? Like how could I even think? Like how, Sway?
You ain't got the education.