One-Stop, Pop, Medium tempo, funky, soulful, R&B, groovy, sexy, sensual, quirky, retro, nujazz, 1970s, 70s, funk, Male vocals, bass, beats, synth, percussion, organ, electric guitar, Washington, DC, United States
I, I'm walking slow motion
I'm not tripping the curb, I'm not feeling the burn
I'm just a man in a white t-shirt
I, I need a little room to breathe
I'm not holding your time, I've been waiting for mine
I'm just a man in a white t-shirt
Closing my eyes on the sidewalk
waiting for doors to be unlocked
meeting my brand new apartment but
Who the fuck are you
(clean version)
Now who are you
I, I need a little space to think
I don't need anyone being up in my guns
trying to tell me
Brushing my teeth on your marquee
making your application so shotty
worked at a hologram job in Soke
and how you like me now
Who the fuck are you
(clean version)
Now who are you
I've been closing my eyes on the sidewalk
stain on my shirt from a coffee
at a managers desk in the lobby
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