Lyrics Can't KEEP - GEOGRAPHY MeNd$

Yo, Kayro!
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa)
It's the GM
GM
GM

You can't keep your hands off of me
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Swear to God it's hard not to stay
But there's too much things to do (There's too much things to do)
Crazy how you put my hands on your waist
And I just take 1 look at your face
Wanting me to give your pretty soul a taste
But it's time to leave this place (It's time to leave this place)

The pain in her voice, you can hear it
It's sounding real serious
Tell me, why the hell am I so curious?
Start up the 'Yota, the oldest interior
Weather is cold as Siberia
No interfering now
'Cause it's time to get rapping
Heaven knows I can't be slacking
The way I be acting
Leave my stupidity up the past
The future is fast
Looking at her, she be floating just like a feather
Hitting moves under the candelabra
Don't know who's done her wrong, she needs something better
And you know I try to have my have my 'ish together
The music is loud with hundreds of doves
And something's telling me she's sent from above
Do my best to show her what's up
But it's 4:06 in the morning, it's time to get going, like-

Things are getting so low
As she cries out "te amo" to me
To me
Got me thinking I shouldn't leave
But when the sunlight goes up
We both have our own sweet homes to be
To be
To be-ee-ee
And goodness knows

You can't keep your hands off of me
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Swear to God it's hard not to stay
But there's too much things to do (There's too much things to do)
Crazy how you put my hands on your waist
And I just take 1 look at your face
Wanting me to give your pretty soul a taste
But it's time to leave this place (It's time to leave this place)

We're just too young and dumb
Looking for greatness up in the sun
Never been considered as number 1
Making money moves with a bunch of drums, like-
What's up, good girl from the Southwest?
Man, damn 'cause you know we're the south's best
Always getting broken-hearted by the dark sides
Wishing for someone who has good signs
And I would hate to be the type to leave misguided ones alone
Just text your digits, I'll pick up the phone
'Cause both of us have places on the road
If we stay too long, it's bound to kill us slow
Cannot waste another second on our sleeves
It's very clear she's terrified to breathe
Hold her hand 'cause I'm a gentleman at ease
Wanna get this right with no steeze
Can't you see?

Things are getting so low
As she cries out "te amo" to me
To me
Got me thinking I shouldn't leave, no
But when the sunlight goes up
We both have our own sweet homes to be
To be
To be-ee-ee
And goodness knows

You can't keep your hands off of me
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Swear to God it's hard not to stay
But there's too much things to do (There's too much things to do)
Crazy how you put my hands on your waist
And I just take 1 look at your face
Wanting me to give your pretty soul a taste
But it's time to leave this place (It's time to leave this place)
You can't keep your hands off of me
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Swear to God it's hard not to stay
But there's too much things to do (There's too much things to do)
Crazy how you put my hands on your waist
And I just take 1 look at your face
Wanting me to give your pretty soul a taste (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
But it's time to leave this place (Whoa)
(It's time to leave this place)