I must seem cool, if you take the cool out of hiphop, it’s like a dead body
I’m someone who can take control over the chic you
You’re the painting and I’m the easel, you can lean on me
I took the brush so watch out for the fluttering feelings
I’ll make my eyes fierce so no one can touch you
Not even the oppas who know you or your closest guy friends
When you hold my hand, I’ll go to space and pick some stars
So just wait right here