Run/An Island (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

ScHoolboy Q:

Breathing Chronic in my system

Watching your body hypnotize me from your rhythm

Put that thing up in my kitchen

See your body type's to carry on tradition

You and jeans open doors, key, keys to a Porsche

Ne-Yo:

Shawty get a buzz

Shawty get a buzz from indent relationships

Shawty sexing flesh, hips, thighs and her breasts made to get ya

She bad enough to make you write her number on the back of your girlfriend's picture

Ne-Yo:

She got a walk like she stalking prey

Them killer curves and that pretty face

And she gon' make you do what she say

Licking them lips, swinging them hips as she walk your way

Better run, run for your life

You better run, run for your life

Shawty get a thrill

Shawty get a thrill from making me beg

Set 'em up, turn 'em out, knock 'em down, it's just that simple

Shawty make love like a drug or a shotgun straight to the temple

ScHoolboy Q:

Hips movin', yo ass pokin', young neck breaker

Dress stretching, eyes sparkling, you a breath taker

Heart stopper, need a chart topper

Groovy Q meets Big Pimpin'

St. Laurent for your Spring clothes

Red bottoms, you need those

All the things I do for you, oh

Got a private jet for two, oh

Yeah, we taking off or we can land in Rome

Pull away without the roof

All these things I do for you

How these bras come out the blue

God built you like a temple

How your body drive me schizo

An island:

Drowning in a sea of groupies, buckets and scallywags

Clinging to sanity by a thread, suffocating, when suddenly he spots her

Sexy and classy attire, very little makeup

Weave on point, buying her own damn drinks

And as the thot waves keep crashing and attempt to bring my man down

Behold sweet salvation

An island, integrity