Make It Go Right

[Intro: Kilo Kish] Umm, okay Yea, candy Uhh, where is this song in my Blackberry? Yea, yea Alright cool [Verse 1: Kilo Kish] Okay As my mind run licking cotton candy lipstick You're right here in my room, yeah I wished it Candlelight vigil for the one you're texting Pink sweatpants - hmm, interesting No need, don't explain to me, love Cause I know how you deal, but I could see us In a different way, don't play me cause we're not the same Sign on, sees your screename and misbehave So you're a playboy, you think you're heff kid? Hoppin' round town with the bunnies when I'm the candy that you need, brush your sweet tooth Heard you got me replaced with a statue? A Veneer, I hear, she's just swell If you want to date a rock, you think I can't tell? So you bored? Are you lost? Was it worthwhile? I feel the ice-cold chill in her warm smile Saw you last night, you didn't have to act foul Come and sweep me from the back room Feel my palms heat up on your chest now As the night creeps into bedtime vows Married in a white t-shirt, Bed-Stuy Still you know that I'm the best ride You deserve what you get: it's called respect You ever heard of it? [Hook] I know what you're missing in your new life I can find a way to make it go right Make it go right Make it go right I know what you're missing in the moonight I can fly away and make it go right It go It go [Verse 2: Childish Gambino] When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall And in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call I used to front somethin' stupid, now I'm makin' them wait Except for you mama, I'm ready, I don't wanna be late Never hesitate, you know it, petty cash, we blow it Excuse me for imperfect, them halfway looks is worth it I watched these niggas lurkin', they just want my leftovers Watched 'em locked up all day and slept over Put your hair back: Afro Skippin' after-parties at the last show I'mma hold your hand in little Tokyo And tell you somethin' in your ear that you shouldn't know Two jumps, but the feeling was so gone High school swag, busy fuckin' with clothes on Lost a couple words, joke around the reason You can wear my shirt, pretend to let you win that FIFA There was nothing like it...settle down You always hit me when my boo around It's a long walk - we ain't talkin', though That ratchet ho on lock-n-load, I appreciate the offer, though I'mma do it right - later, though Cuz either way you're gonna hate me like you say you won't Thank God for that - it's called regret You ever heard of it? [Hook x2]