Strike Boogie - Atlas

You can trust me with your atlas
You can show me where you wanna go
And then take a breather at last
Anywhere the water flows
You can give me your atlas
I'll show you where I wanna go
We can hit the spot here at last
And it gon' be hotter than Tobago
Touching down around the globe
You can lay in my arms
I'll do you no harm
I'll keep you on my heart
Like a piece with a charm
I love you cuz
Your body is warm
Love when you near
I don't like when you far
Girl, you know that I'm talking to you
And I'm really just hoping you know who you are
If you say it's a go then I'm ready to push,
I'm already in my car
I'm thinking that maybe
You would like a drive
We can let back the sunroof
And look at the sky
I'm not gone lie, I am that guy
I keep it real, I don't tell you no lies
I'm tryna Netflix and chill
Blowin gas gripping on the steering wheel
If you don't know it yet
Baby I'm the real deal
Wake up, chase a bag
Get to a mil
Believe I'm the man of my city
Ain't many like me
Be in the pocket
I'm not out the key
Wet up a hater
And throw em a three
Baby, let's make some moves
I got places to be
You can trust me
It's really love I'm not lusting
When you be around
My heart be pumping
Now I'm just tryna start something
Let's catch a vibe
Hop in my ride
Bump all that talking
Cuz I'm outside
So pick a place
Yeah a destination
Then we on the way
With no reservations
I live a boss life
And it's all for you
To live a lavish life
You can trust me
To feed that appetite
Yeah baby, I'm the savage type
You can trust me with your atlas
You can show me where you wanna go
And then take a breather at last
Anywhere the water flows
You can give me your atlas
I'll show you where I wanna go
We can hit the spot here at last
And it gon' be hotter than Tobago
Touching down around the globe
Staring at stars
Was like a smokers bad habit
Used to watch them every night
Til grand-mama said I'm skylacking
So I relay the message
With your bags packing
I'm in the lot, don't fuck around
Baby I quit slacking
Goddamn now
What's the hold up
No need for training wheels
I thought I told ya
I'm waiting on ya
To hang up the phone with Porter
This type of flight I'm talking bout
Involves crossing borders
I know you love
South African mountain top
From Catania
To Tortola on the yacht
Just let it ride
Cause you talk too much
Said you gotta go
But can't leave the parking lot
You can trust me with your atlas
And then take a breather at last
You can give me your atlas
I'll show you where I wanna go
We can hit the spot here at last
And it gon' be hotter than Tobago
From Maui, Puerto Rico
Fiji, Fuerteventura
I'll show you on your atlas
And go anywhere that you want
Tahiti then Jamaica
Yucatan and Madagascar
Exploring all we want
You can trust me
So pick a place
Yeah a destination
Then we on the way
With no reservations
So pick a place
Yeah a destination
Then we on the way
With no reservations
I know you love
South African mountain top
From Catania
To Tortola on the yacht
Just let it ride
Cause you talk too much
Said you gotta go
But can't leave the parking lot
I know you love
South African mountain top
From Catania
To Tortola on the yacht
Just let it ride
Cause you talk too much
Said you gotta go
But can't leave the parking lot

Written by:
J.R. Mitchell

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