[Spoken: Chai-T]
Yo

[Verse 1: Chai-T]

I think about all the places we been ta'
And now we in the jungle playin' Nala & Simba
Met you that winta'...
We hung out in your ride for so long - condensatin' the winda's
Count the ways that I'm that "good-for-you" Boy
I'm like a Buzzfeed article about coconut oil
And you must be an obstetrician -
With your hands in my pants with a smile 'cause you know I'm a boy
You should see my itunes hustle
I keep it "West Side Story" when my ipod shuffles
Whoa - I meant "West Side" like "Compton Represent"...
...also, Les Mis, Chicago, Hairspray and Rent...

...that came out wrong again
But we can't all be "Makeveli" when some of us are "Frank Ocean"
Not that that's MY emotion
I get you so wet that you could prolly dock-a-boat in
It's not my fault that I stain your pantyhose when
I'm all up in your vault like I'm Danny Ocean
Enough with the gross stuff, we should make the most of
Take you home to mommy - Homemade Samosas
Yeah - Lemonade mimosa's
You got me full from breakfast but for brunch there's french toast'es
Bacon and eggs, oh boy, girl
'cause every meal is brunch when you eat it post-coital
It's that kinda day
I'll take you on a holiday with my hollandaise
Cinnamon rolls witchu, grab a pan girl
Grow old witchu, Adam Sandler

[Singing]
I wanna make you smile, whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad...