Lyrics
[Intro]
Mm
Mm-mm
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Grandma's record spinning low in the back room
Horns crying sweet like molasses in June
I heard that bassline knock through the floorboards thin
Soul stacked on wax and I'm trading it in
Trap drums cut through the vinyl crackle
Old school charm meets the new school racket
[Pre-Chorus]
And I can't help myself
No I can't help myself
[Chorus]
Talkbox talking like a robot in love
Motown honey from the heavens above
Dirty south roots and a trunk full of bass
Riding that wave from a different place
Talkbox talking
Talkbox talking to me
[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
Sampled a prayer from a church down the street
Found sounds stitching like a helping of feet
808 heartbeat through the Baptist doors
Sirens and birds and a slam of the store
I'm cooking up gold in a tin can kitchen
Every loop a story that I'm stitching
[Pre-Chorus]
And I can't help myself
No I can't help myself
[Chorus]
Talkbox talking like a robot in love
Motown honey from the heavens above
Dirty south roots and a trunk full of bass
Riding that wave from a different place
Talkbox talking
Talkbox talking to me
[Bridge]
Hands up high
Toes on the line
Feet don't lie
Soul on my mind
Hands up high
Toes on the line
[Chorus]
Talkbox talking like a robot in love
Motown honey from the heavens above
Dirty south roots and a trunk full of bass
Riding that wave from a different place
Talkbox talking
Talkbox talking to me
Talkbox talking
Talkbox talking to me