In "B Polite!", chlothegod refuses to soften a love that feels urgent and consuming. Racing through sleepless nights and speeding cars, the thrill comes from finally being chosen by the dream girl who calls her baby and needs her back. The image of every giver needing a receiver frames this as mutual hunger, not one-sided devotion. Dropping politeness means claiming desire openly, even if it looks reckless, because hiding it would be the real loss.
B Polite! Lyrics by chlothegod
Can’t close my eyes
We hit 3.5
I can’t miss a minute
I can’t stall my eyes
My mouth’s so dry from the secret spinnin’ up
Things like pillow talkin’ politician
Baby be into submission, but you can try
I don’t wanna be polite
I don’t wanna be polite about this
I don’t wanna be polite
I don’t wanna be polite about us, us
Every giver needs a receiver
Like every poem needs a reader
Who else would see her and take it deeper?
I’m not afraid to be the creature
We’re in my bedroom
We’re barely sleeping
We’re in my Audi
I’m fuckin’ speeding
I’ve got legroom priority seating
I’m with your dream girl
Guess what?
She says she needs me
She calls me baby so I’m her baby and I don’t care
I let her ass in my cave
Now she’s my mama bear
You think I’m afraid?
Okay, let’s take it there
You think I’m afraid?
Okay, let’s take it there
I, I don’t wanna be polite
No, I, I don’t wanna be polite
I, I don’t wanna be polite
I, I don’t wanna be polite
