Ula - James Daley, Mythic

Ula, ula lo

I wanna talk to you when you get down low

I wanna take you, but tell me slow

So tell me no, tell- tell- tell me no

I said, ula, ula lo

I wanna talk to you when you get down low

I wanna take you, but tell me slow

So tell me no, tell- tell- tell me no

I said, let me out of the matrix

Basic bass hit, everyone complacent

Got a couple demon for whoever wanna face it

Carrying a stick, now your shorty wanna taste it

Is that the bag I get?

I see you scrolling through the 'Gram, am I the bad guy yet?

I see you handing out the V, thought you sell, I bet

Now dwell I bet, where everybody want the cash I get

Got some homies who don’t sleep

Drinking in the room, we can barely fucking see

Singing out of tune, we can barely find our keys

Now we’re looking for some booze, so we’re trotting down the street

I see you in the corner of my eyes, I’m feeling weak

Shorty feeling horny, I could show you what you need

Just a little bit of love and a little bit of peace

Now we’re dancing to the tune to the same fucking beat, like