Pyramids Lyrics by iKeda
You both think you’re think clever, don’t ya?
Talk to me then you’re talking to her
Her eyes on my figure when I walk in the bar
You think you got this under your radar
I’m not your Cleo-trap-her
It’s a pyramid scheme he want me under
But he’s your piece, I’m not his number
You think you’re so smooth and a player
My body made of gold you know it’s treasure
Treat it like it’s rare for your pleasure
Trace along my skin like a scripture
Two mouths on me, holy mixture
(Holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture)
Do you believe in the ancient art?
The dance where two tears one apart
(Holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture)
These triangles don’t have it easy
Like pyramids baby, they’re real sleazy
Listen up, no, I’m not a hater
But every boy’s like “no, I want iKeda”
I’m like “I’ll see you later”
He’s telling me that he’d never date her
Don’t understand, need a translator
Just make the beat ’cause I’m done waiting
Now since I came about
Boys they look and they scream and shout
Shut your mouth, turn me up on the fader
Know your place boy, ’cause you ain’t no player
Now since I came about
Boys they look and they scream and shout
Shut your mouth, turn me up on the fader
Know your place boy, ’cause you ain’t a player
Do you believe in the ancient art?
The dance where two turns one apart
Do you believe in the ancient art?
The dance where two turns one apart
(Holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture)
(Holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture)
(Holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture, holy mixture)
