Wiz Khalifa Studio Lovin' lyrics

Hello, yeah, I'm in the studio right now
Oh, you trying to come through?
(Yeah, I wanna give you some studio loving)
Alright, well, um, I'm a finish up this last lil' joint
And I'm a, um, I'm a give you a call, I'm a text you or sum'
Yeah, nah, don't bother putting that on

Girl, let me take you to my studio
Give you everything you want and need
Lay you flat like a piano if you let me stroke your keys
You going be saying things you never said

Matter fact you going be playing melodies you never played
We ain't in no bed, we in the lab and I'm reclining in my seat
You can just climb on top of me and ride me like this beat
You say you need this
(Loving)

Well, I'ma grab your waistline and if you like it deep
I could hit you with that baseline, I ain't tryin' to waste time
For me and your sake, plus I'm payin' for this session
I need more than one take

I make the boards shake like how I'm suppose to
I'll have you sounding good, lil' ma, I got them pro tunes
Now you in the mood, I got you doing this and tryin' that
Beating your drum while I'm playing with your high hat

You like that so you don't want to
I just make you do it, got you in love
'Cuz when we fuck it's like we making music
Go and lose it

I don't want to be unusual
But there's a lot of things
That I can see me doing to you
Here in my studio, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh yeah


You say you gotta work tomorrow
You can make it though
And even though there's probably other places we can go
We in my studio, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh yeah

And no, it ain't gon' stop, I keep this song on replay
Putting all them scratches on my back, I'm like, "Go, DJ"
Be my guitar, I'll pluck your G-string, pull it to the side
I'ma make them vocals drop, I'm gripping on your thighs

We tangled like some cables from the front look in your eyes
Then I turn you like some tables, no, you fiending for this
(Loving)
That's what you gon' get and I can't sing but I see you
And know I'm gon' hit, yeah

Let's do the verses now worry about the beat later
Heard you be going off that head, you don't need paper
Play you an E-major, A-minor
Girl, your rhythm straight and I say you got great timing

Feel your heart rate climbing like when my speakers quake
More than okay or straight you got that 8-o-8, you say you can't
But I do something that just make you do it
Me and you don't fuck, we make music, yeah

I don't want to be unusual
But there's a lot of things
That I can see me doing to you
Here in my studio, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh yeah

You say you gotta work tomorrow
You can make it though
And even though there's probably other places we can go
We in my studio, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh yeah