Ratrace

[Verse 1: Murs] Now the way you walked by had me running right after And I never chase pussy but that's another chapter Got me caught up in the rapture, Anita for real Sweeter than the pill, candy-coated Advil Take that pain, minus my migraine Don't be like that, let me know your name Put it through them lips that's as full as your frame But she couldn't be tamed 'till her friend lay claim "Seem him on BET", ooh game Now I'm in but I never like to win it like that Sign a napkin for her friend, put the pen in the cap Turned and walked away with the wind to my back I blew her off, threw her off Respect me bitch like you're s'posed to do a boss Supervise her, I do despise her Bandwagon bitch, quick to switch dick rider [Hook: Murs] 'Cause I don't chase, I won't race Just slow down, let me set the pace Heavy on the top with an itty bitty waist With an ass, hips, lips, and a face like [Verse 2: Murs] Trying to find one that like me, 'cause I like most of them Most of y'all get a kick out of playing with us men Make us fight over, waste the night over Who we should save face and be polite over Other fish in the sea, more salmon upstream I'm trying to find me one thats understanding of the dream Jamming on the one but slamming on the team By "team" I mean, me and you, you and I I will clear the bench if you are that fly But most just hover, so we wind up lovers Homies, friends, won't know me 'till the end But I do enjoy the time that we spend Hang out for a while, maybe catch a flick Then we do it doggy style and you fetch the dick We do it from the back 'cause I can't front You are one of many not the one that I want [Hook: Murs] 'Cause I don't chase, I won't race Just slow down, let me set the pace Heavy on the top with an itty bitty waist With an ass, hips, lips, and a face like 'Cause I don't chase, I won't race Just slow down, let me set the pace Heavy on the top with an itty bitty waist With an ass, hips, lips, and a face like