Michel Yang — GET ON YOU

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One time I just wanna one time yeah
One time I just wanna one time yeah

I’ve been trynna get on you, babe
Yeah, you know
I’ve been trynna get on you, babe
Yeah, you know
‘Cause I can feel my feels when I’m with you
I can think when I’m with you
I can find my time with you
I just wanna ride you

I’ve been trynna get on you, babe
Yeah, you know
I’ve been trynna get on you, babe
Yeah, you know
‘Cause I can feel my feels when I’m with you
I can think when I’m with you
I can find my time with you
I just wanna ride you

I can’t see it’s so blurry
Put my glasses, yeah, it’s gray
And I sleep through the day
And in the night, I start the day
Trynna find me some bitches
And just fuck around again
I got everything I wanted
But the void is getting big

Yeah, sometimes I got feelings
Like, oh sh’, yeah, she might be alright
But it’s not, I think it’s me
But it’s not, yeah, it’s you, so I keep on finding sh’
In the night, and it’s you who I’m searching
But I’m here, fucking trying

I resist, but it’s hard to fight it
You just broke me to own me
It was your reliance
And I was thinking ’bout your skin
It’s so hard to fight it

I faded once again
I don’t know where I am once again

I’ve been trynna get on you, babe
Yeah, you know
I’ve been trynna get on you, babe
Yeah, you know
‘Cause I can feel my feels when I’m with you
I can think when I’m with you
I can find my time with you
I just wanna ride you

I’ve been trynna get on you, babe
Yeah, you know
I’ve been trynna get on you, babe
Yeah, you know
‘Cause I can feel my feels when I’m with you
I can think when I’m with you
I can find my time with you
I just wanna ride you

Chase, chase straight to the fire right to your room, uh
When you slide, honey, on me, I gotta shift it all
My hands on the pulse, and fake feelings getting bold
On the call, and it’s flowing, stories sticking on a scroll

Chase, chase straight to the fire right to your room, uh
When you slide, honey, on me, I gotta shift it all
My hands on the pulse, and fake feelings getting bold
On the call, and it’s flowing, stories sticking on a scroll