Before This

[Intro: CASISDEAD]

Hey, this the wave now man

Yeah

CAS

[Verse 1: CASISDEAD]

Yeah I jumped out the matte black

Swagger like the Rat Pack

Jacket, no snapback

Nah, na I don't have Snapchat

I'm not easy to contact

I'm old school like that

She real cheeky with the backchat

Yeah you talk a good one, let's see if you can back that

You left no room to backtrack

You should see my room, bading, fat cat

In fact, if you skip the chit chat

We could beat the traffic, I'll get you back intact

You ain't gotta call back

See me anytime in the form of a flashback

Flashbang

Quick ting, smash, grab

Champers, pancakes, breakfast, black cab

Yeah we tapping no claptrap

Ain't getting sidetracked

Or signing no contract

[Verse 2: LATER]

When you called me the first time

I knew you didn't have to be mine

But baby for tonight

We can look into each other's eyes

And pretend

That this addictive tension will never end

You don't have to call me tomorrow

I'll be long gone

And the thought of whatever was

I'll put it all into the song

[Interlude: CASISDEAD]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, this the wave now man

Told you, it's what we do init

Yeah, tell 'em

[Verse 3: LATER]

When I see you next time

Will you have learnt to read my mind?

Woah

Tell me can you hear my body?

All I can feel is my body

Ooh, it's when you get close, when you get close, when you get close

When you get close, when you get close

You don't have to call me tomorrow

All I want is for this fantasy to be real

[Verse 4: CASISDEAD]

Yeah, little setback, slight mishap

She ain't on my hook now and I kinda miss that

About to get caught up, I can't risk that

We had an arrangement, it's all going amiss now

See I'm slicker than A Pimp Named Slickback

Dizzy off of dib dabs, spinnin' like a slipmat

Kick back, billin' up a zig zag

I whip it to her flat, true she hotter than chip fat

I admit that I should keep my distance

But I need a fix and I got low resistance

To her charisma, I really need assistance

Got under my skin, need to get her out my system

In the rear mirror you can see the pistons

Twenty inch ten spokes, spinning like a discus

Listening to Prince in the Discman

About to say something wet, hope she listening