Like, you know what it is, pop
You know what's good, pop
You feel me? Pop
(Damn, nigga, that what's crazy like)
You know what's good (for real)

Who am I foolin'?
It's nice when your body's near mine
I need you more than I admit sometimes
I want you on top of me

I been frontin' I been actin' deep
But I miss you being in my sheets
I want you on top of me

Damn, he feelin' on my body
Damn, he filling up my body
Damn, I like him inside me
Oh, ooh, yeah, yeah

He's stacking that wood
Just like he should
Got my wood
Wood boy (boy)

Oh, he's stacking that wood
Just like he should
Got my wood
Wood boy

Turnt me up
Think I'm gon' need some jazz after this
Need some wine in my glass after this
Put my future in my past after this
Rearrange me

Turnt me out, think I'ma need a map after this
'Cause I don't know where anything is
Where's the grocery store?
What's my address?
What's my name again?

Damn, he feelin' on my body
Damn, he filling up my body
Damn, I like him inside me
Oh, ooh, yeah, yeah

He's stacking that wood
Just like he should
Got my wood
Wood boy

Oh, he's stacking that wood
Just like he should
Got my wood
Wood boy

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

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Writer(s): Jonathan Wise, Sampha Sisay, Tyrone Carter