Текст песни Gestures - Chris Messan

Reading your body language, I'm peeping your gestures
No one in this party doing something that impressed ya
Tension, let it build, then I start applying pressure
Show you that I'm silk, these other niggas polyester
Saying MashAllah 'cause the way that God blessed her
I know martial arts, girl let's kick it like Sylvester
Way I play my cards, I could never be the jester
Sacramento King, light the beam, I'm so extra

Light the beam up
Every king gon' need a queen, I know it's early, I was thinking we could team up
That Dirty Shirley in your cup could use a re-up
I'll get you now, you get me next time that we meet up
Name a slot you want to free up, I got spots we could go
They gon' treat me like it's mine, ain't gotta knock at the door
I could show you quite a time, just gotta get you alone
This the type of vibe that make you block your ex from your phone
I'm trying to fuck you in the sky, record the sex from a drone
Wait, let's slow it down, got too ahead of myself
She like "Oh, you think you him", I like to bet on myself
Probably wouldn't have got this far if I ain't said it myself
But that's enough about me, girl what's up with you?
You tryna order round three, who turning up with you?
Phone ringing off the hook, I wonder who's in love with you
Let's treat it like the Hunger Games, I'm wishing my good luck to dude
And I can't even blame him
The way it's looking though, the odds in my favor
Go head, tell your friends you got the hots for a stranger
Ain't no other me, they outta stock, I'm endangered
Yeah, I said the odds in my favor
Go tell your friends you got the hots for a stranger
I'm trying to get you out the spot, rearrange ya
I got a feeling what I'm saying entertains ya

Cause I'm reading your body language, I'm peeping your gestures
No one in this party doing something that impressed ya
Tension, let it build, then I start applying pressure
Show you that I'm silk, these other niggas polyester
Saying MashAllah 'cause the way that God blessed her
I know martial arts, girl let's kick it like Sylvester
Way I play my cards, I could never be the jester
Sacramento King, light the beam, I'm so extra

Hope it isn't just the cognac
I think she feeling me, I could tell by the contact
You sneak a quick glance, legs turn to quicksand
Getting hard to stand up, well I could be your kickstand
Support you, adore you, these other niggas bore you
I don't really want to Chanel or Dior you
I'm the type that rather show you how to score too
Make you so rich, they could never tell you poor you
Real affection and care
They say love ain't in the club, girl this shit in the air
Way you keep licking your lips and get to fixing your hair
I could tell that you invested and you ain't trying to share
Swear it feel like we connected by the way that we stare
Feel like shorty compliment me like the kick to a snare
I'll get you there, you get me there, let's make it fair
Put your legs up in the air, girl let me take you there

Cause I'm reading your body language, I'm peeping your gestures
No one in this party doing something that impressed ya
Tension, let it build, then I start applying pressure
Show you that I'm silk, these other niggas polyester
Saying MashAllah 'cause the way that God blessed her
I know martial arts, girl let's kick it like Sylvester
Way I play my cards, I could never be the jester
Sacramento King, light the beam, I'm so extra