Chris Brown — Glidin

[Intro: Chris Brown] Oh, you're 'bout to catch a flow It'll be so lovely, so lovely Think I should tell you Tell you how it goes You chilling with the Sok Sok or that purple [Verse 1: Chris Brown] One hit, take me away To another time, another space, another day One more hit, blow me away I could find another place So you can find another way [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Doing all the same stuff beside your boy By the time I stepped through the door I just wanna really tell you how I feel Nobody else wants to keep it real All the pretty girls stepping on the scene Who can dress their ass off and their walk is mean All they wanna do is get up on the floor But the real cool people don't dance anymore [Chorus: Chris Brown] They just glidin', we glidin' (Glide) They glidin', they glidin' Just glidin', they glidin' They glidin', they glidin' They— [Verse 2: Chris Brown] She's phased, he's in a daze Thirsty girls look around While the others frown, not doin' anything So, get your kicks in whatever way Then let me tell you to your face 'Cause it's a shame to let it go to waste [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter] Doing all the same stuff beside your boy By the time, I stepped through the door I just wanna really tell you how I feel Nobody else wants to keep it real All the pretty girls stepping on the scene Who can dress their ass off and their walk is mean All they wanna do is get up on the floor But the really cool people don't dance anymore [Chorus: Chris Brown] They just glidin', we glidin' (Glide) They glidin', they glidin' Just glidin', they glidin' They glidin', they glidin' They— [Bridge: Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter] Sometimes people think that They can fool the world into believing That they are original But they are only fools So I, find a place in my mind Where nobody else can go Drifting, floating, gliding So meet me there [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Chris Brown] Now a nigga glidin' Do it from the front, back to the side and I gotta roll one up 'fore a nigga drivin' Blow a couple hunnid You might think it's stuntin' But to me it's really nothin', oh Who you came with? (With) Who the ones spendin' money like it ain't shit? (Shit) Me, and I'm poppin' champagne Hella niggas in here rollin' with me throwin' up the gang (Up the gang) Um You ain't gotta ask, already know You don't need a grinder 'cause they already rolled And everything I blow is potent in the air 'Cause me and Breezy got 'em floating (Haha) What you smoking? (Smoking) [Chorus: Chris Brown & Wiz Khalifa] Glidin', we glidin' (Hahaha) They glidin', they glidin' (Oh, we glidin') Glidin', they glidin' They glidin', they glidin' (So we're glidin', baby) They glidin', they glidin' (Glidin') They glidin', they glidin' (Yeah, we're glidin') Glidin', they glidin' (Say we're glidin') Glidin', they glidin' (Oh yeah, we glidin') [Outro: Chris Brown] Candy, Apple, Holly Chiefin' like a Molly It'll be so lovely, so lovely We came to party Girl, you're getting naughty Bu, your friends too ugly to fuck with me Let me reframe 'cause these paper planes Got my brain, stained, I'm trippin', mayne (Trippin', mayne) Me and my gang In here super fucked up off the same thing I need my shades (I need my shades) (I need my shades, I need my shades)