[Intro – Afrobeat drums tappin’]
Yeahhh, haha
Baby outta town so I’m wildin’ out now
You already know what time it is
Blecaf on the mic
Look—
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[Verse 1]
I hit the bed with my jeans on, Timbs still laced
Outside hoodie, got that streetwear taste
No judgment, no shade, no side-eye face
‘Cause my girl outta town, I’m in my happy place
She say, “Don’t sit with them street clothes, babe!”
But tonight I’m posted up like a porch parade
Pillow smellin’ like cologne and corner store fame
I’m sleepin’ like a don—no shame in my game
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[Chorus – with that Afrobeat swing]
Outside clothes on the bed, yeah I’m chillin’
No rules, no law, just villain
She gone, I’m free, I’m winnin’
Got the whole bed rockin’, no sinnin’
Outside clothes on the bed, who care?
Hat still on, got my sneakers right there
She ain’t watchin’, so I breathe this air
When she back? Man, I wouldn’t dare!
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[Verse 2]
Tracksuit wrinkled, I don’t even fold
Sprawled out like a king in a blanket of gold
Took a nap in my jacket like the world on hold
Even used her silk pillow—I’m too bold
She’d scream, “Ayy! That’s nasty, stop!”
But she gone, now I’m vibin’ at the top
Netflix on, crumbs on the sheet
Ate wings in the bed, then passed out deep
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[Chorus – again, ghetto with bounce]
Outside clothes on the bed, I’m a menace
She call me dirty, tonight I’m a chemist
Mixin’ street with the sleep, no limits
This the one night I feel no gimmicks
Outside clothes on the bed, that’s facts
Box logo hoodie, jeans all black
She’ll be back soon, so I gotta relax
But for now? I’m sleepin’ like I’m fresh off the tracks
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[Outro – whispery with Afrobeat fade out]
Don’t tell her though…
I’ll wash the sheets. Maybe.
Or just flip ’em.
Haha… peace out.
