Mm Mm Tell the head rock boy Write a letter to the coppa Toys is feeling warms And wires getting hotter With a whoop-whoop And womp-womp Eyes is feeling throbby, on god Talm bout some cake Words is sounding sloppy Oh shit, almost let you get away Looking mad with them skin tights Every kind of way Hit slo-mo and be kind When i'm trying to rewind Hit me with the Slick Rick Knowledge making me blind See that? Oh god Ta-Talkin' bout some hidden cake Oh shit I Almost let u get away She almost caught me slippin' She know that I be trippin' Says she sees me creepin' on her features That's why she sneaks them in her pics When she's flickin' it just a little bit Confident then I'm feelin' it Trying to see if my discipline's Running from long distance Well Annie are you ok 'Cause it be like damn Annie ok I see you got that work That thing you got berserk I can't even put in words There's some things that you just don't say, ok Like oh god Talm bout some hidden things I'm feelin' like oh shit I almost let u get away Almost let you get away, baby