In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Bobby Valentino
Ayy, yo, Tim, drop that beat for me
Ayy, girl check this out right now, uh
Say baby what's your story?
You got the goods it's plain to see
The kind that'll keep a brother on his knees
And I'm so curious
After the club, hang out with me
Valentino is sure to please
For now, let's have an Apple Martini
And get to know each other
Ooh ma, tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh you sizzlin', wanna lay you on the floor
I'm a bad boy, just thought I'd let you know
These are the thoughts runnin' through my mind
'Cause I'm so curious, yeah
Couple more shots then we out the door
Speed off in the coupe 'cause there's more in store
Can't wait 'til I pull in my driveway, girl
Can tell by now I want you, yeah
You's a sexy thing
Ooh, what's your name?
'Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club
Your girls, they don't compare to you
Can't help but stare at you
Let's make a toast to the good life
Ooh ma, tell me (yeah)
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh ma, tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh boy, tell me
Out of all the girls you're starin' at me
Is it the way I'm rockin' my jeans
Lookin' at my bubble is makin' you freeze
Ooh boy, I see
You're sexy too, come follow me
Let's go up to the VIP
Hold our glass, toast to the good life
You's a sexy thing
Ooh, what's your name?
'Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club
Your girls, they don't compare to you
Can't help but stare at you
Let's make a toast to the good life
Ooh ma, tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh ma, tell me
How did you get that in those jeans? (Oh)
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me (come follow me,babe)
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans? (In those jeans)
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me (killin' me)
I'll meet you in the VIP (oh)
Ayy, yo, Tim, drop that beat for me
Ayy, girl check this out right now, uh
Say baby what's your story?
You got the goods it's plain to see
The kind that'll keep a brother on his knees
And I'm so curious
After the club, hang out with me
Valentino is sure to please
For now, let's have an Apple Martini
And get to know each other
Ooh ma, tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh you sizzlin', wanna lay you on the floor
I'm a bad boy, just thought I'd let you know
These are the thoughts runnin' through my mind
'Cause I'm so curious, yeah
Couple more shots then we out the door
Speed off in the coupe 'cause there's more in store
Can't wait 'til I pull in my driveway, girl
Can tell by now I want you, yeah
You's a sexy thing
Ooh, what's your name?
'Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club
Your girls, they don't compare to you
Can't help but stare at you
Let's make a toast to the good life
Ooh ma, tell me (yeah)
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh ma, tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh boy, tell me
Out of all the girls you're starin' at me
Is it the way I'm rockin' my jeans
Lookin' at my bubble is makin' you freeze
Ooh boy, I see
You're sexy too, come follow me
Let's go up to the VIP
Hold our glass, toast to the good life
You's a sexy thing
Ooh, what's your name?
'Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club
Your girls, they don't compare to you
Can't help but stare at you
Let's make a toast to the good life
Ooh ma, tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh ma, tell me
How did you get that in those jeans? (Oh)
The way you poppin' it, it's killin' me
Look over here, come follow me (come follow me,babe)
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans? (In those jeans)
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me (killin' me)
I'll meet you in the VIP (oh)
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