Girl (Das Racist)

You don't got to give me no instructions, baby I know what I wanna do You don't really got to tell me nothing, girl Whatever you say is probably true Sometimes I can't decide whether I believe that we move fast Or time moves slow But I like it, though To me I'm just me, whatever that may be And I know that you're just you So let's do what we came to do And I know and I know and I know what we came to do And I'm pretty sure that you do, too Girl, you're really cool Smart, that's good at school Pretty, you're beautiful And I heard you got a pool Plus your hair smell nice Just like Newports, that's my type My fingers crossed The small in your back My head in your chest but I'm taller than that Red on your dress as it falls down your back Sess is the best, Hulu on the Mac Or Netflix, whatever your preference Must address that I like the dresses You wear,and your taste in necklaces Got, me, rest, less, kid, and my head on spin Feeling weird And strange These days we need infinite rest from Infinite Jest Legs so long, that's an infinite dress So then now is funny feelings? I'll be over after some meetings Let's go away for the weekend Can't sprawl out, I ain't been sleeping Figured fleeing, but into being We could feel things, this the real thing What's the real thing? Race for creeping To get to chiefing I'm into seeing you Like all of the time Inside jokes in all of my rhymes More dime than all of the dimes Runnin' round like all of my mind Let's get sweaty like how a sauna do Whatchu wanna do? I know what I wanna do