No Strings Attached

[Verse 1: Abstract]
I'm down to go down under somethin' like a walkabout
Create a story that we both can pillow talk about
But when it come to love, a subject that I try to walk around
Guess I remember what happened last time that two hearts were down
But if you down to smash, that's a problem I'll figure out
Throw you a line, hope you bite, rear you in like a trout
That, now, I'll allow—but there's a lot of fish in the sea
And they scales all shine when you offer the Hennesy
Hope this feeling's about me and not this image that you think you need
Judge me by my cover, I'm a hard book to read
So when we under covers I'll be all that you need
But if you want relationships, that man I can't be
Ain't a problem with too lost in precautions that now she cause a meetin'
Incarcerated my heart, doc is swiftly tossin' the key
Taught me when it feels right, polite only to quickly flee
That's why I plead if only that part of me could please be retrieved

[Chorus: Chalk B & Abstract]
From the moment that I saw ya
"Hi, Doug, what you 'bout to offer?"
I was lifted from the ganja; you were sippin' on hypnotic (-notic)
The vibe was comin' off, oh my god, I had to rock ya
Get you on top of the dryer, turn it on and break you proper
'Cause maybe I could be your man
And I don't mean to ruin your plans
But, baby, you don't understand
I'm a G, no one doesn't give a fuck like me

[Verse 2: Chalk B]
Dick ain't grow when I hit those hoes like tic-tac-toe
And if that's so
The bitch be back for a little bit more when the lights turned off in the midnight show
Freak nympho when I'm in that zone
Say my name and I hit that note
Rip them clothes off 'less you're gold
Press that button on system's go
Hang that towel on the door bin; corn it is, so fortunate
Take you out for formal din'? Fuck that shit, we can order in
Ha, sweet-talk fork it is; eat soup, drink, and the course again
Put a cork in it, get your oral fixed
Late night hours to the mornin', bitch
You down to fuck? Saddle up
Bring that here, let me mount it up
On the counter, hun, all around the cut
Won't pull out, get a couch that does
Sap on your bum, down I munch
Hound dog, got my fuckin' bounty hunt
Get rowdy lunch, be loud as fuck
Gonna make you scream on the count of one
I'm addicted, it's a wicked
World gon' get it twisted when it's finished
Till the kitchen closed, I'm back in the whip and I'm dippin'
I have to peel, I don't know how you feel
Sorry, bitch, but that's the deal
Keep doin' that thing you do with the sex appeal and I'll be back for a second feel

[Chorus: Chalk B & Abstract]
From the moment that I saw ya
"Hi, Doug, what you 'bout to offer?"
I was lifted from the ganja; you were sippin' on hypnotic (-notic)
The vibe was comin' off, oh my god, I had to rock ya
Get you on top of the dryer, turn it on and break you proper
'Cause maybe I could be your man
And I don't mean to ruin your plans
But, baby, you don't understand
I'm a G, no one doesn't give a fuck like me

[Post-Chorus: Abstract]
And it's so, so true
Baby, I can't be with you (with you)
With you (no), 'cause no one doesn't give a fuck like me
And it's so, so true
Baby, I can't be with you (with you)
With you (no), 'cause no one doesn't give a fuck like me

[Outro: Chalk B]
Chalk B, Abstract, 2013
City to city, state to state, country to fuckin' country
Dick slingin' all day, don't give a fuck!