Trey C - Back of the Tour Bus lyrics
rate meExcuse me, what’s your name? I just had to know
Did you come by yourself? With a friend?
Can we talk? Is it possible?
I saw you watching me and I was watching you
When I first walk through the door, so is it possible
For two strangers like us to ditch the club and hit the back of the tour bus?
Excuse me, miss, forgive me if I’m breaking ice
That ain’t meant to be broken but you look really nice
And I couldn’t help but notice, you move your body with me all up in your focus
Man, you probably get this all the time with that smile and those eyes
As soon as you bought that wine I had to walk her from behind
And ask you what you into
And don’t worry, I’m not into playing games like them other lame men do
No hidden agenda, lady, there’s no pretend to be anything I’d never be
Cross my heart and DIE
Bury me, hide the poison inside thee if you think I’m acting different from what I be
I’m just a nice guy tryna take advantage of meeting you in the right time, at the right place
Call it fate, meant to be? Perhaps
We was supposed to locate each other in this poorly lit space
Either way, what do you say? The two of us
Ditch this club and get to know each other in the tour bus
It’s much more quite but no pressure, just remember
Compared to the biggest ones, I’m probably better
Excuse me, what’s your name? I just had to know
Did you come by yourself? With a friend?
Can we talk? Is it possible?
I saw you watching me and I was watching you
When I first walk through the door, so is it possible
For two strangers like us to ditch the club and hit the back of the tour bus?
Oh, hey there, what do you know? We got a day off on the road, we ain’t got no show
Jack Daniels, some ricy niggas up with my posy
End up at the night club fucked up, yeah, probably
Poor managers dress because we go on in, barely afternoon and you see we all have been drinking
Bobby Q outside of the tour bus, making plan for the night, someone caught us
Text us, it’s a place I love ‘cause the winners so thick, it all fit like a glove
I’m liquored up and Trey’s off the Patrone
I grab my Atomosphere hoody and spray up some cologne
Dress code is hip hop 24/7 and when I get to the club you know they’re gonna let your boy in
Bout to give me death, I’m in with the crew, catching bad looks from these wannabe rappers swag dudes
…made a little small talk and we get it, we hit the back of the tour bus
Some undercover casual
Excuse me, what’s your name? I just had to know
Did you come by yourself? With a friend?
Can we talk? Is it possible?
I saw you watching me and I was watching you
When I first walk through the door, so is it possible
For two strangers like us to ditch the club and hit the back of the tour bus?
