Marcus Velazquez - Telegraph Ave lyrics

I mention her in poems Yet I haven't known her long I'm open, I'm open Fingers crossed it goes right I hope she hits me up night I'm open, I'm open slip through the streets and stop signs in my ride I have tomorrow off I've got all night time hit the lights it's fourth of July I'm planking on cloud nine Kissing her face at her place, getting undressed Under her dress, is it a race, I'm in her space Bottle hits hard, I need something to chase Should we wait on relations in this situation I'm chilling I'm patient, simply just stating Wait, back track, did we move to damn fast What about a rapport report, do we lack that Chemistry, do we even seem to have that Am I thinking too much, should I step back Back out, drink a bit, and maybe black out I'm in my own head, what happens next Is it okay that all I seem to do is swoop in Break your body down a bit, and bounce Chuck two fingers up, then sun slides up While I gather my things and just go I'm new to all of this so I'll try my best Black symbiote suit peter, we kind of mesh We were loud I can attest, but we'll give it a rest Heart beating through my chest Nervous and now I confess I'm open, I'm open Unprotected with protection After take time for reflection I'm open, I'm open Birthday suit in her room Tonight there's three moons I'm open I'm open It was worth the wait I'm glad you're not too late I'm open, I'm open Hit me up tonight Give you good vibrations from five to nine If I've got the time, you can have some of mine