Frequency

I can't wait to get you home
 So you can play your favorite song
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause you gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 I can't wait to get you home (get you home)
 I want to hear your favorite song (choose wisely)
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause we gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 She said "ooh that's my shit turn that up that's my song"
 And if she wake up she hop in the shower
 No makeup don't say much just put this on
 I wanna play this in the drop top
 Cruising down the Eisenhower, on repeat
 The power I feel is magnifique
 Share with a retweet
 I could put it on a playlist, mixtape, iPod, or a CD
 You could catch me in the middle of a bougie club
 Not a care in my cup not a drop in the world
 I'm-I'm just loosening up
 Cause the vibe is enough
 Cuttin' her up, smokin' an L
 Jam all the way to the grave and back
 The chain reaction and bumpin' the Maybach
 Get you jooked in the basement
 Make you feel like a bad bitch
 Keep it G like a mason
 Run the test like a lab-rat
 Pass the Aux for the cab-rap til we pull up
 I can't wait to get you home (get you home)
 I want to hear your favorite song (choose wisely)
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause we gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 You on my frequency?
 Recently?
 Needing me every weekend, see?
 Back to this sneaking that we say we
 Squeaking, creaking, got me speaking indecently
 B to B
 You woulda called me a freak-a-leek
 Cuddle me, E-I
 Back in my eagle wings, pick a feather swim
 Change the weather then
 All the records that you play in my gym
 Is it alright we keep it on the low?
 Then we just start up music here to smoke
 I think I'm wild magic a la mode
 There ain't no traffic on this one-way road
 I'll clean the head, tired of being alone
 All that I want, love, happiness
 In spite of my own, writing my songs
 Grinding too long, vibe is too strong
 
 I can't wait to get you home
 So you can play your favorite song
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause you gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 I can't wait to get you home (get you home)
 I want to hear your favorite song (choose wisely)
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause we gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 She said "ooh that's my shit turn that up that's my song"
 And if she wake up she hop in the shower
 No makeup don't say much just put this on
 I wanna play this in the drop top
 Cruising down the Eisenhower, on repeat
 The power I feel is magnifique
 Share with a retweet
 I could put it on a playlist, mixtape, iPod, or a CD
 You could catch me in the middle of a bougie club
 Not a care in my cup not a drop in the world
 I'm-I'm just loosening up
 Cause the vibe is enough
 Cuttin' her up, smokin' an L
 Jam all the way to the grave and back
 The chain reaction and bumpin' the Maybach
 Get you jooked in the basement
 Make you feel like a bad bitch
 Keep it G like a mason
 Run the test like a lab-rat
 Pass the Aux for the cab-rap til we pull up
 I can't wait to get you home (get you home)
 I want to hear your favorite song (choose wisely)
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause we gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 You on my frequency?
 Recently?
 Needing me every weekend, see?
 Back to this sneaking that we say we
 Squeaking, creaking, got me speaking indecently
 B to B
 You woulda called me a freak-a-leek
 Cuddle me, E-I
 Back in my eagle wings, pick a feather swim
 Change the weather then
 All the records that you play in my gym
 Is it alright we keep it on the low?
 Then we just start up music here to smoke
 I think I'm wild magic a la mode
 There ain't no traffic on this one-way road
 I'll clean the head, tired of being alone
 All that I want, love, happiness
 In spite of my own, writing my songs
 Grinding too long, vibe is too strong
 
 I can't wait to get you home
 So you can play your favorite song
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause you gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 I can't wait to get you home (get you home)
 I want to hear your favorite song (choose wisely)
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause we gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 She said "ooh that's my shit turn that up that's my song"
 And if she wake up she hop in the shower
 No makeup don't say much just put this on
 I wanna play this in the drop top
 Cruising down the Eisenhower, on repeat
 The power I feel is magnifique
 Share with a retweet
 I could put it on a playlist, mixtape, iPod, or a CD
 You could catch me in the middle of a bougie club
 Not a care in my cup not a drop in the world
 I'm-I'm just loosening up
 Cause the vibe is enough
 Cuttin' her up, smokin' an L
 Jam all the way to the grave and back
 The chain reaction and bumpin' the Maybach
 Get you jooked in the basement
 Make you feel like a bad bitch
 Keep it G like a mason
 Run the test like a lab-rat
 Pass the Aux for the cab-rap til we pull up
 I can't wait to get you home (get you home)
 I want to hear your favorite song (choose wisely)
 It will tell me everything I need to know about you
 Cause the vibes is in your hands
 Cause we gotta make room for me to dance
 Frequency
 You on my frequency?
 Recently?
 Needing me every weekend, see?
 Back to this sneaking that we say we
 Squeaking, creaking, got me speaking indecently
 B to B
 You woulda called me a freak-a-leek
 Cuddle me, E-I
 Back in my eagle wings, pick a feather swim
 Change the weather then
 All the records that you play in my gym
 Is it alright we keep it on the low?
 Then we just start up music here to smoke
 I think I'm wild magic a la mode
 There ain't no traffic on this one-way road
 I'll clean the head, tired of being alone
 All that I want, love, happiness
 In spite of my own, writing my songs
 Grinding too long, vibe is too strong