Analog (Draft) Tyler, The Creator (Ft. Hodgy)

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[Instrumental Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I'mma give it to her, she need that summertime
I'mma give it like no other, 'cause she know I'm hers
And damn right, she mine, we both know it
So when we separate everything fine, her phone ringin' in her purse
And damn right, it's me, I'm her nigga, nigga
Come for mines in summertime, I'll bust that trigger, nigga
Catch us Venice beachin', she wanna go shopping
Sun down at the club 'cause she like to get it poppin'
Sangria on my freedmind, 'cause she like to get it poppin'
No ecstasy for her, but she like to get it poppin'
Drop-toppin', I measure her pleasure, then drop in
When she get out of place, I quantinize
She is my concubine, I am her porcupine
I poke her face, her throat for taste, give me head like I'm on her mind
I know her analyzation, so when she try to fake
Summertime in the boat of love, meet me by the lake
[Instrumental Chorus]
[Verse 2]
She follows me to geology
A chemist who know the dances about ecology
Take a trip wit' me to the lake, plans of strategy
You better be the Energizer bunny, I'm the battery