Treat Her Mad

What’s going on, never thought that I would be this way / Thinking back to how long it's taken me to say / That I can trust again, so know you're always free to stay / And we can spend the night as long as you're a meter away / Na I'm just kidding, so listen baby please / We go together more than rolls with bacon and cheese / None of these ‘take a seat' talks for you to wait and see / Cause I'll be open to you more than a vacancy / I know it's blatantly obvious I ain't mistaken / Mad conversation we making, I know that we gon’ make it / Be faking telling you, your dreams will come true / But wait and see what I do, willing to prove, got nothing to lose / Na I'm just playing, I know I don't often say it / The picture that I portray has got nothing on spending days / With that beautiful damn smile, innocence of a child / With no idea what it can do to me, doesn't take you a while, na / / Chorus / Think of all the sweet times we could have / And you know I hate to see her sad / Always down to show that I need her bad / I wanna treat her mad… Treat her mad / x2 / (Remi) I know the other girls are giving me the look like stylists / But you’re the one I want to touch like mitas / I mean we should go and become pariah’s, f**k society / Yep yeh f**k all of these socialites n’ / I’d love to take you to the coast and drive / But I’m too busy writing this so I don’t own the time / Plus your parents talk shit about our colour difference / But we f**k so I guess you’ve got your culture right, right? / When we get together it’s just camouflage prints / Leather and sex inside car garages / Or rent one of your parents apartments / You know I’m skeet skeetin’ all over the carpets / Let’s do it it’ll make the intercourse upmarket / Hardly anybody get’s to do this shit darling / And when we finish up we can run to the fire escape / Try and escape, stand baked at the stars, sounds cool right / / Chorus / Makes me nervous like a spelling bee, sweeter than a jelly bean / Relatively, think she's a babe, no point telling me / Think I'm crazy, but lately I've just been dazing, at something with grace / Amazing how sweet the sound has been phasing me, baby / Yeh you only tie me down physically / Saying that you miss me, like the vancouver grizzlies / We'll get old together, antique so to speak / And if you don't believe me, I'll prove it when we're at our peak / Made of lace, don't tempt me, time and place / Captured, no need to chase, ain't ball game, every base / Something you can't replace, but still, yeh just incase / Willing to give you space, there's nothing better you'll taste than that / Dope feeling that makes it feel so surreal and for real / Its so mad appealing while others out tryna wheel, and yet / Still they're doing the same thing, depicted by what their brain thinks / Was looking at the right place, haven't lost my game since / Sample / Credits: - ‘Sitting In The Park’ (1965) - Billy Stewart - Influence from Slick Rick’s ‘Sitting In The Car’ & HI C’s ‘Sitting In The Park’ - Bass & Guitar by: Pat Gabriel, Adam Ball & Caleb Garfinkel - Cuts by: Jai K - Mastered by: Tommy Spender