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My hands start to shake
This feeling of fear won't abate
I got too stoned and I start to regret it
There's something about her
There's something electric
She's under the surface
She's making me nervous
My hands start to shake
The air's thick in acetate
I breathe it in deep
She's calling me over
What's this intoxicating aroma?
Oh under the surface
My hands start to shake
In fits of arousal round at her place
I'm packing some heat
Packing a sad 'cause she wants me to leave her
Alone on her own
I wonder whyever
I wonder who else has my darling endeavoured
I manage a grimace
I end the arrival
With sweat on the walls
Boy I swear on the bible
She's under the surface
She's making me nervous
I'm starting to fear like she's here in my head
I'm not playing along but I swear
Yeah I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
She does it on purpose
She's under the surface
She's gooder than goodness grace
I stare at her body
I stare for the whole damn week
Pictures of her
I take in my head
And when I'm alone I'mma stare at them later
With quite the intention
To master the baiter
She's under the surface
She's making me nervous
It's starting to feel like she's here in my head
I'm not playing along but I swear
Yeah I swear I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
She does it on purpose
She does it on purpose