Pichet

I don’t really dance with girls that I don’t know
That ain’t my type
Whatever she’s super thick or just looking nice
I’m standing by the wall
But she different
Heartbroken, filling what is missing
Driving her waist for some instant
Got me thinking
I don’t want to hurt you, no
«Cliché» she said «it's safe»
(Come dance with me)
Might be the booze that’s the pilot
«Pichet» she said «it's safe»
(One sip, two sips, two-step, sliding)
Something 'bout this place that’s such her vibe
Drown her pain in any glass she buys
There’s no better state than drunk and high
Wonder how the sober can survive
One in a million, still down to do the most, moving different only for
experience
Now she tryna let me in, fast-forward when she woke up in an ambiance, yeah.