Sink Into the Hips

If I make that beat go fresh enough
That bass all nice and tough
Than I can say whatever the fuck I want

But right now I chose how the world sounds
Sometimes it just likes to bounce
Put your grandma’s records down
Put your grandma's records down

I know these words don’t sit right...
I know these words don’t sit right...

So I shake that feeling to its core
I communicate with chords
So I don’t have to pour my heart out in words
My eyes get low
Sink into the hips thats where I go
Never move an inch from where I’m going
Never move an inch from where I’m going

I know thesе words don’t sit right...
I know these words don’t sit right...