Tyrone Cobham - Sweet Vanilla Cold Brew Lyrics

I got a cold brew sitting on the roof of my car
Searching for my keys
I start to look really hard
I look down
And I realize that they're up in my hand
I'm like...
Aw man

I got a long day ahead of me (Please)
Don't get ahead of me (Please)
I got a girl and she (Yep)
Tends to give the head to me (Please)
I don't mean fellatio (Yeah)
I just mean the ratio of
Knowledge to power
And she give me an hour
I need (Ha!)

All of that good good
She got me feelin' good good
Speak english real good
But she live in the hood, yeah
All of that good good
She got me feelin' good good (Oh God! Yeah, yeah!)
Speak english real good (Oh God! Yeah, yeah!)
But she live in the hood

Hey!
I open the door to my car and I'm like okay I'm good (Yep)
I move the receipts in the cup holder out of the way for good
Meaning I threw em out
Put my drink in the front
A water bottle rests in the back one
My pockets are shallow so I heard my phone fall way to the back - dumb! (Hey, hey!)
I just threw out all of the receipts so I thought (Yep)
But I really had two in the side pocket (Okay)
On one of them in pen of blue variety was a bold locket (Yeah yeah)
Inside of that locket she wrote something (What she write?)
Some words that made my mind rocket (Okay)
It happened to be what I'm telling the world in this song
I'm like, no! Stop it (Okay)
With you here my
Day is so different but
Predictability drives when you leave me lost
It's kinda embarrassing

You know like
I need someone
You know?
I need someone
You know? (You know, nah)
(Ay) Said I need someone
Oh, oh! Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah)
Said I need someone
(Hey!) I need somebody
And it's you ooo ooo, girl
I need somebody
And it's you ooo ooo, yeah

It go
Stroll out real cool with my heat on (mmm)
It's fall and my radio got no beat on (mmm)
I turned it off
I'm still freezing so I push to turn my seat on
My car dirty so it's prolly always gon' be on

Ya dig?
'Cause the button's sticky
Something like your love you got that sticky icky
You can have my heart and split it fifty fifty
'Cause the button's sticky
Something like your love you got that sticky icky
You can have my heart and split it fifty fifty
Or you can have the whole thing if I'm being greedy
Or you can have you some more if I'm being needy

'Cause I need someone
I need somebo-da da da da de, yeah
And it's you