Dejá Familiar like dejá vū Red eyes on a late night But I still remember you Got me fallin’ down by the wayside of the space Drippy like the rain man Prepared to lose all that I love Maybe not the drugs, maybe just you
Baby, I love it when you say Say my name, baby Don’t need to give me lots of things, no People call me crazy. ooh But I love it when you’re mean You make me think about shit Feels like one hundred degrees Baby, tell me are you bout it I doubt it…