Way Down - Fantasy Camp, Fantasy Camp feat. Coward.

Tell me if you want that, you can have that

I’ll be in the club lights wearing all black

You need me to front that, I could run back

Cuz' you know I want that, I’m a have that

I don’t need to stunt that, yeah I’m past that

Send another blunt back, yeah don’t pass that

I’m riding in a red truck with the black mats

Running with the goblins and the black cats

And I roll my weed up with the hazmat

She just put her feet up, painted black matte

Tell me if you want that, you can have that

I’ll be in the club lights wearing all black

Way down

Way down

Way down

Way down

Oh, like she’s coming down the runway

And she’s calling me baby

You’ve been sipping on it lately

Got you talking to me crazy

You can have it, automatic

I be bringing out the racquet, 5−0 magnet

Tell me if you want it, in the moment

Oh, while the lights keep glowing

And you know, yeah you know it

With you gripping up my arm just to show it

You don’t want to have to look in the past anymore

I don’t want to have to look back anymore

This all becomes a habit, chaos magic

Eating up my heart, tear it out and stab it

Gripping on my arm, go ahead and grab it

(Perfect harmony and charm, yeah I think I have it)

Now I know you’re not that forgiving but I ask for it, yes

I tell you how I’m feeling when you’re dressed or undressed

If there’s something that you want then you’ll get that, bet

This is going back to writing songs for Passionate Yet

New feelings, a new ceiling

You really got my head spinning, my mind reeling

Maybe it’s because you want something I’m not giving

The pleasures of a better feeling, they’re forbidden

And now I see the back of your mind and the snakes in your eyes

I wonder what you think when my hand’s grabbing onto your thighs

Tell me if you want that, you can have that

I’ll be in the club lights wearing all black

You need me to front that, I could run back

Cuz' you know I want that, I’m a have that

I don’t need to stunt that, yeah I’m past that

Send another blunt back, yeah don’t pass that

I’m riding in a red truck with the black mats

Running with the goblins and the black cats

And I roll my weed up with the hazmat

She just put her feet up, painted black matte

Tell me if you want that, you can have that

I’ll be in the club lights wearing all black

Way down

Way down

Way down

Way down