Babyfever

Ethan Cole, Martha Abrahamson-Ball

Your my phoenix
Your my fire
Your my phoenix
Your lips are like fire

You’re the feeling
Of the summer

Hey hey hey, I cant
Spend all day just chasing you
Girl let’s hang, this summer fling
Got to get loose
I stayed up late night just to talk on the phone to you
My momma gone be mad
She gonna tell my dad
What can a N***** do
The risk is on my ass
But I’m tryna talk to you
Hey hey hey
Let’s stay up late
And watch the moon
We can’t hang but I wanna say
That I’m into you

Concentrating
But my mind keeps thinking of you
It’s frustrating
Because I know all the shit you won’t do
Got me up in math class
Adding you up
You don’t reply fast
Got your name scribbled in my notepad
You used to know that
Acting like your all that
But my mind keeps thinking of you
The way that you want me too
My mind keeps thinking of you
The way that you want me too

You’re the feeling of the summer
You’re my phoenix
Your lips are like fire
You’re the feeling of the summer


This time I’m convinced
I seen the glimmer in your eye
The tints on your cheeks
Roses on your lips it’s intense
Can I feel the grip in it
Can you open it wide and take my spit
Like gravity I’m stumbling in your shit
You hurt a little less than a splinter does
But your still a prick
Potholes and Minecraft’s
Switch lanes on my half
You ain’t respond back so
I’m out in my back
My RAF jacket back on my back
Backpack Alyx bag you know that
No basics no book bags or new tags
Like cotton on some basic shit it’s off
I’m known for simping on a basic hoe then skating off

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