Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Calm Down (Bittersweet)’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(We got London on da Track)
Can we calm down and make love?
Get it poppin’ in the back of your Bentley truck
That vroom-vroom, that ooh-ooh, let’s make up
Don’t know why I can’t let you go wit’ no one
Nah, no one
‘Cause I don’t wanna fuss and fight (yeah)
Oh baby, I wanna go ride it all night (yeah)
Oh
You’re dangerous
Perfect hips in every single pic, you got your angles up
I admit that I am not the best for you, no lie, feel fake as f*ck (yeah)
And you don’t even smile no more, why so serious?
And you don’t wanna come around no more
Can you just wait up?
I can make you feel like a star if I f*ck you in a spaceship
That new-new double R truck so spacious (yeah)
And I know we stay up, but
Can we calm down and make love? (Make love)
Get it poppin’ in the back of your Bentley truck (‘ley truck)
That vroom-vroom, that ooh-ooh, let’s make up
Don’t know why I can’t let you go wit’ no one
Nah, no one
‘Cause I don’t wanna fuss and fight (yeah)
Oh baby, I wanna go ride it all night (yeah)
Oh
When I come over, ride me just like I’m a Maserati
Go fast or go slow
I think the feds is watching, they think I be catching bodies
And if they ask just say that I was a nice guy
Then I touch you, a muh’fuckin’ thief in the nighttime
Make it scary like sci-fi
Got a .30 on me, ain’t got time for a knife fight
Even when it’s nighttime
My VVS is shimmery like a nightlight
And she wanna act shy (can we)
I could be your connection like the Wi-Fi (calm down)
You tryna get high? (And make love?)
Get it poppin’ in the back of your Bentley truck
That vroom-vroom, that ooh-ooh, let’s make up
Don’t know why I can’t let you go wit’ no one
Yeah, no one
‘Cause I don’t wanna fuss and fight (yeah)
Oh baby, I wanna go ride it all night (yeah)
Oh
(We got London on da Track)