I Can Never Tell - Funky DL, Stee Moglie

Yo, there she goes again

Making my head spin like a disc in a nickelodeon

Only pole position like she’s standing on a podium

Dressed like a bohemian

Small frame, one size down from a medium

You know the type of woman the brothers describe as premium

Don’t wanna approach in case she think you a comedian

So you trying to chill in back like a chameleon

It never matters what outfit she wear, I’m always feeling them

Some say she half Filipino and Armenian

I don’t really know, it’s like I’m guessing her ingredients

All I know is that she take me high like I’m on helium

Kind of girl that make you forget any woman previous

Smile that is devious, but acting like I never seen her

She a Mercedes, don’t you pull in a Cortina

She Air Jordan, don’t you pull up in no torn Fila’s

And yo I mean this, she something outta fairy-tale

Enchanting just like a spell that mesmerizes very well

They say she’s feeling me, but really I can never tell

Chorus (Stee Moglie)

Ooh girl, I wanna know what’s in your headspace

You’re out of this world, move a little closer

Cocoa Butter, baby come and put your cup on my coaster

Girl your brown eyes are pulling me deep in

Am I in too deep, or do I float your boat girl?

Do I float your boat girl?

Ooh girl, ooh girl

Verse Two (Funky DL)

Yo, like Pete Rock explained, she kinda' mind blowing

Take her to dinner, but don’t have to keep the wine flowing

And ain’t the type of girl you ever gon' deny knowing

She got an enigmatic aura and a mystery

She’ll have you looking at your current girl like she is history

And have you thinking that you would do anything for this to be

Is she single?

Is she joined in holy matrimony?

She leavin' brothers in a mess like kids with ravioli

And when I see her I’m like «cheese/Jheez» like it’s macaroni

And she the quiet type, she never has to say nothing

I bet she go to the club and never pay nothing

Would have gave her this song, but doubt she’d hit the play button

I’ve seen brothers get blown to smithereens

With stupid compliments like «how you do Miss Philippines?

And never quite recover from the damaged self-esteem

And yo I mean this, she something outta fairy-tale

Enchanting just like a spell and mesmerizes very well

They say she’s feeling me, but really?

I can never tell

Chorus (Stee Moglie)