Lyrics: CASisDEAD/Linn Carin Dirdal
Music: Dominik Binegger
Oh
Hey, this the wave now, man
Yeah, CAS
Yeah, I jumped out the matte black
Swagger like the Rat Pack, jacket, no snapback (Nah)
Nah, I don't have Snapchat
I'm not easy to contact, I'm old school like that
Yeah, yeah, she real cheeky with the backchat
Yeah, you talk a good one, let's see if you can back that
You left no room to backtrack
You should see my room, Bathin' fat cat (Fat cat)
In fact, if we skip the chit chat
We could beat the traffic, I'll get you back intact (Swear)
Ha, you ain't gotta call back
See me anytime in the form of a flashback
Flash-bang, quick ting, smash, grab
Champers, pancakes, breakfast, black cab
Ha, yeah, we tappin', no clap trap
Ain't gettin' sidetracked, or signin' no contract
When you called me the first time (Yeah)
I knew you didn't have to be mine
But, baby, for tonight
We can look into each other's eyes
And pretend
That this addictive tension will never end
You don't have to call me tomorrow
I'll be long gone
And the thought of whatever was
I'll put it all into this song
Yeah, yeah
Hey, this the wave now, man (Mmm)
Told ya, it's what we do innit?
(Here we go, gonna get up, gonna get up) (Ooh)
(Here we go, gonna get up, gonna get up) Yeah, tell 'em
When I see you next time
Will you have learned to read my mind?
Whoa, tell me can you hear my body?
All I can feel is my body
Oh, ooh, it's when you get close, when you get close
When you get close, when you get close
When you get close
You don't have to call me tomorrow
All I want is for this fantasy to be real
(Huh, huh) Yeah
Little setback, slight mishap
She ain't on my hook now, and I kinda miss that
'Bout to get caught up, I can't risk that
We had an arrangement, but it's all gettin' a missin' (Ha)
See, I'm slicker than A Pimp Named Slickback (Uh)
Dizzy off a dib dab, spinnin' like a slipmat
Kick back, fillin' up a zig zag
I whip it to her flat, true, she hotter that chip fat (Ha)
I admit that I should keep my distance
But I need a fix, and I got low resistance (Yeah)
To her charisma, I really need assistance
Got under my skin, need to get her out my system
In the rear mirror you can see the pistons
Thirty inch, ten spokes, spinnin' like a discus (Yeah, uh)
Listening to Prince in the Discman
'Bout to say somethin' wet, hope she listenin' (Ha)