The Møjavi Burn - Chills All Down Your Spine

You wanna entertaining them thrills
Entertain them thrills
Them thrills all in your mind
I bet them thoughts send chills
I bet them thoughts send chills
Them chills all down your spine
You wanna entertaining them thrills
Entertain them thrills
Them thrills all in your mind
I bet them thoughts send chills
I bet them thoughts send chills
Them chills all down your spine
I know the urge well; it creeps up like a whisper
Like having one-too-many white-wine-spritzers
After dark... not the company mixer
I'm fond of mystique but not of shape-shifters
Like the pulitzer, my eye be on the prize
I cut the qualms in my palm, cut 'em down to size
What do you fetishize? What do you fantasize?
Who got that mojo hand to have you tantalized?
Subtle but oh-so grand... like an opening
The inappropriate become appropriate
I control my substance, but I do not use, let alone abuse
Opium... nor crave pandemonium
I oblige to the proper innuendo
But chu will never catch me stalking in your window
You will never hear me claim my game is popping like Nintendo
But don't play me like I'm Unkel, thirsty for Laura Winslow
You wanna entertaining them thrills
Entertain them thrills
Them thrills all in your mind
I bet them thoughts send chills
I bet them thoughts send chills
Them chills all down your spine
You wanna entertaining them thrills
Entertain them thrills
Them thrills all in your mind
I bet them thoughts send chills
I bet them thoughts send chills
Them chills all down your spine
Can you tickle my fancy? I feel a little antsy
Serve it with a dash of paprika from the pantry
Enchant me with a script that is anything but campy
A challenge to decipher like Japanese kanji
Like surround-sound, can you give me goosebumps
And make me blush shades redder than fruit punch
I avoid the trivial, frivolous, loose junk
The last thing I can tolerate is a nuisance
Piss & Vinegar earnest akin to furnace
Saying I be playing to me is a disservice
That's like the Halloween franchise without Jamie Lee Curtis
Or A Clockwork Orange without Anthony Burgess
I tickle like fresh breath on your earlobe
Send chills, did the weatherman report severe lows?
As far as fear goes, steer clear of weirdos
And let's put some commas in between them sets of zeros
You wanna entertaining them thrills
Entertain them thrills
Them thrills all in your mind
I bet them thoughts send chills
I bet them thoughts send chills
Them chills all down your spine
You wanna entertaining them thrills
Entertain them thrills
Them thrills all in your mind
I bet them thoughts send chills
I bet them thoughts send chills
Them chills all down your spine
So what chu talking about? What's it finna be now?
Tell me what we shall do all the while
I wanna see how you get down exactly
Do you talk that right talk, that right talk to catch me?
Can we mosey on... and move natural?
You're thick in all the right places... Holy Mackeral!
Maybe the intent is one solely casual
Beyond tonight... now that is something gradual
Can you make the hairs on my neck stand up?
No drama, no nonsense, nann fuss
I be bound to the rhythm with real handcuffs
Javi Fuego will make your aerosol can bust
Follow me now, I'm hearkening to arson
I'm slicker than the perm confirmed on Al Sharpton
You think I'm bullshitting? I beg your pardon
You might need a lobotomy like Ben Carson

Written by:
MALIQUE JAMAL STARKS, MICHAEL RUBEN TICE

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