Lyrics: Carson Hobdy
Music: Carson Hobdy
It's Friday night, all my homies tryna pick a vibe, and
Cleaned up real nice, but then I seen her there with some other guy, yeah
Huh，thought, "Shit, I might"
One more drink, she's just my type, yeah
When he left her side, the seat to her right was as good as mine, yea
Buddy left the bar, me and homegirl start to hit it off, and
She don't live too far, couple miles east up the 101, yeah
She drink Malibu, 19 young with somе attitude, damn
She told me, "Gеt a clue"
But, boy I'm damned if I ever do, cuz
You're lookin' like my kinda night, kinda night, baby
Oh Lord, don't let her kill my vibe, kill my vibe, baby
Your lips gon' get me so damn high, so damn high, you know
Got an easy way of sayin' that this ain't your first rodeo'
Gotta let me know, cuz I won't be no Romeo
But if you're gonna let me down, just let me down real slow
So we hit her place, a nice lil' loft up the interstate, and
She asked what's my chase?
I said, "Nothin', I just drink it straight, girl"
She said, "Nothin's cool, but nothin' might look a better on you", and
I kicked off my boots, and I found myself inside her room, and
You're lookin' like my kinda night, kinda night, baby
Oh Lord, don't let her kill my vibe, kill my vibe, baby
Your lips gon' get me so damn high, so damn high, you know
Got an easy way of sayin' that this ain't your first rodeo'
Gotta let me know
Just let me down real slow
Got an easy way of sayin' that this ain't your first rodeo'
Gotta let me know, cuz I won't be no Romeo
But if you're gonna let me down, just let me down real slow