Amsterdam Jeremih
"Amsterdam" by Jeremih, released in 2016, is an R&B track that explores themes of love, desire, and escapism. The lyrics depict a romantic getaway, emphasizing intimacy and indulgence. Unique musical elements include smooth melodies and sultry beats, creating a laid-back vibe. The song resonates with listeners seeking a carefree escape. #R&B
[Intro: Female]
Jeremih, Late nights: Europe
Tu me manques vraiment, ou es-tu?
Je peux venir a Chicago s'il le faut
J'ai vraiment envie de te voir
[Hook]
Under the redlight, you mean, ain't no stopping here?
She told me that's right
You want all of my attention, no at ease
Told me what you want, I get you on your knees
I got so much work overseas they need the visa
My neck, my wrist, looking flashy like the police
Pull them titties out, swear I was in Ibiza
Taking shots now so I know you aim to please
[Verse 1]
I hit the top floor in the Presidential suite
Looking down on you, yeah all you haters
Told them no more sauce, I'm out of favors
It ain't 'bout the check up, then don't talk to me
Niggas claiming they got hoes, but they pop to me
Your hoe for my hoe, that's not a swap to me
According to my rollie, got no time for it
Since I was young, I had a dime, no dime for her
On her hands and knees is all she down for
(Ayy she with the shits
Backwood after backwood
Greyhound, she be lit
Is it really that good?
Don't make me admit
Chose me, class closed
Then we made a hit)
Jeremih, Late nights: Europe
Tu me manques vraiment, ou es-tu?
Je peux venir a Chicago s'il le faut
J'ai vraiment envie de te voir
[Hook]
Under the redlight, you mean, ain't no stopping here?
She told me that's right
You want all of my attention, no at ease
Told me what you want, I get you on your knees
I got so much work overseas they need the visa
My neck, my wrist, looking flashy like the police
Pull them titties out, swear I was in Ibiza
Taking shots now so I know you aim to please
[Verse 1]
I hit the top floor in the Presidential suite
Looking down on you, yeah all you haters
Told them no more sauce, I'm out of favors
It ain't 'bout the check up, then don't talk to me
Niggas claiming they got hoes, but they pop to me
Your hoe for my hoe, that's not a swap to me
According to my rollie, got no time for it
Since I was young, I had a dime, no dime for her
On her hands and knees is all she down for
(Ayy she with the shits
Backwood after backwood
Greyhound, she be lit
Is it really that good?
Don't make me admit
Chose me, class closed
Then we made a hit)
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