You’re My Thrill

I'm bad at making a first impressions, lest i put my hands on you
Whoa! Didn't meant that, it just came out of the blue
From a guy whose name sounds like Huxtable
This live from my room where I'm comfortable

If these walls talk
They'd tell me how the corny niggas will stalk (ya)
Acting all fake and tough, but these corn-balls never pop-off (yuh)

I hold my breath and count to seven
Memories of practicing my swimmin'
Deep dive,I'm in it!
Not your father but my art strokes heaven
(Uhhhh... that was petty sexual. )
You're right, you're right. Look, we killed some time, and if I'm being honest I don't have a hook. So, I think, I'll just- I'll leave it in?
(That's fine)
Me and my boys are the studio yea?
Where bars come straight from Narnia
Ice queens are actually the hottest (yea!)
I'm High King Jay the magnificent
Wait no, please call me Salvador!
I'm working hard till my music reaches new shores
Untill all the stars are like "Yes you are"
Deserving the fame,"
Cause, I can't deny I'm interstellar, rhymes kinda dope, nah (they're) stellar
Can't wait to rise from the storm cellar, make every Batswana go "HELANG!"