Baby with you I hit the mark, bull’s-eye
Baby with you I hit the mark, bull’s-eye
Baby with you I hit dead center
I love your look and your accent
Ask me anything, I’ll take it
Let’s do hardcore training
We switch off iPhone and PlayStation
Better if you take off the extensions
I undo the button and the zip, hey
Sneakers matching the fit, hey
So tight I imagine everything
I dream I dive into the blue of your jeans
Skinny but filled out, you’re thick
In black leather leggings
Only you do me like this, mh
I watch you and smoke but I’m already high
I think how sexy you are in those
Like when you slip on the Jordan 4s
Like when you slide into shorts
F*ck the world, it’s all gossip anyway
I think about our own stuff
I wrote it on a Post-it
Baby with you I hit the mark, one-hundred
You’re what I surely want
You take me from zero to a hundred
Baby with you I hit the mark, one-hundred
You say I don’t fit with you
With your downtown friends
But you don’t fit with them
You fit with me, I feel it
You can tell you’ve got the devil inside
And they stained you early
They think I make these songs up
And that you’re always in the center
The only one I don’t lie to
Even if the wind slices our faces
And even if inside you die
I watch you take a drag and I’d like to be in your mouth
And I’m on you like a name carved in rock
Like the rain in Florida
And the sun in Torbello or Monaco
Baby with you I hit the mark, one-hundred
You’re what I surely want
You take me from zero to a hundred
Baby with you I hit the mark, one-hundred