​show me

[Verse 1]
Show me what it do
Show me what you feel like
You keep hiding in your room
You don't never see the light
I just wanna chill with you
I want you to realize
Who you is is pretty cool
Who you is is real tight, yuh

[Chorus]
Show me what it do, show me what you feel like
Show me what you do, show me what you feel like
Show me what it do, show me what you feel like
Show me what it do, show me what it do
Show me, show me

[Verse 2]
Show me how you move, shawty
Show me how you groove
Surely we could share a moment just between us two, yuh
Shit, you shouldn’t be confused
You don't miss when you try to shoot
Never dropped the ball at all
Pick it up and make the hoop, yuh

[Chorus]
Show me what it do, show mе what you feel like
Show me what you do, show me what you feel likе
Show me what it do, show me what you feel like
Show me what it do, show, show me what it do

[Bridge]
They'll fold prolly
Yeah you’re no copy
If I keep flow about it, stow about it, then a nobody, yuh
They'll fold prolly
Yeah you're no copy
If I keep stroll about it, so about it, they don't know about it, yuh

[Outro]
Nobody
You so about it
They cold-hearted
They'll fold probably
So common, it's so properly
So properly
So properly

[Sample: Paradise Lost audiobook?]
Of mans first disobedience, & the fruit
Of that forbidd'n tree, whose mortall tast
Brought death into the world, & all our woe
With losse of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, & regaine the blisfull seate
Sing heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top
Of Oreb or of Sinai didst inspire
That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed
In the beginning how the Heav’ns & Earth
Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, & Siloa’s brooke that flow'd
Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence
Invoke thy aide to my adventrous song
That with no middle flight intends to soare
Above th’ Aonian Mount; while it persues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rime
And cheifly thou O Spirit that dost prefer
Before all temples th' upright heart & pure
Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first
Wast present, & with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abysse
And mad'st it pregnant-