Midnight, laced in neon You're the trouble I'm on Raining hunnids, kissin' on ya Wanna push back on you 'Cause, girl, you got me Losing it You're my private dancer Oh no The way you're moving it You're my private dancer Oh no We need a tidal wave I pray for never ending rain for the Palisades Act your age Old men lying about the bread that they ain't done made You pass judgment, your past messy Look at what I've done in the last decade I said I wouldn't rap again Then Andre grabbed a flute, guess shit done changed Both made rap money But you know I'm that hungry This that eight hours sleep Real healthy, when you're with me From the Westside to Bed-Stuy Seen the world twice now It's hard to be stressed out Yeah, I'm not that next guy I ain't flexible, no I won't bend for them decimals Girlfriends, girlfriends, edible, point of view incredible Point of view incredible You got me losing it You're my private dancer Oh no The way you're moving it You're my private dancer Oh no