| Song | Looking For You |
| Artist | Yonas |
| Album | The Transition |
| Check Check | |
| Can yall hear me? | |
| [Hook] | |
| Cause the night is the alive | |
| I can tell deep inside | |
| That you want me to come and find you | |
| And I know what you said | |
| I can’t get it out of my head | |
| I just don’t know what you expect me to do | |
| I'm looking for you | |
| I’m looking for you (hey) | |
| I'm looking for you | |
| Do you look for me too? | |
| I can tell that you do | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Good time in the air can you feel that? | |
| Got a drink no ice can you chill that? | |
| I play fine, me, where the field at? | |
| Got no time for the noise can you kill that? | |
| New school style old school so | |
| Hard not life style yes I know | |
| I came a long way from the clumped up bricks | |
| Now everywhere I go rock pumped up kicks | |
| See me pool side with the red cup | |
| Laid back on the beach chair legs up | |
| Setting trends, we don’t let the trend set us | |
| Rock in the bid cause you know I got a fresh cut | |
| Yeah you know my quotes | |
| I fill the world up with so much dope | |
| But I fill the world up with so much hope | |
| So there’s contradictions in all my notes | |
| Fuck that, throw the steaks on the grill nigga | |
| Got the whole world fucking with a real nigga | |
| And there’s really no reason to fight | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| And I got that sound for the radio | |
| But I’m too damn real they don’t play me so | |
| I take it back to the soul like nineteen eighty-six, eighty-five, eighty-four | |
| Put your lighter in the air for me one time | |
| Two step to the sound of the drum line | |
| Where I’m from its hard to find sunshine | |
| So we don’t really give a fuck about a punch line | |
| Oh damn I’m fresh, oh damn girl, damn that dress | |
| Make a man think impure thoughts | |
| While I'm looking at all that flesh | |
| So dim the lights real low | |
| I paint the future with my light year flow | |
| And there’s really no reason to fight | |
| [Hook] |
| Check Check | |
| Can yall hear me? | |
| Hook | |
| Cause the night is the alive | |
| I can tell deep inside | |
| That you want me to come and find you | |
| And I know what you said | |
| I can' t get it out of my head | |
| I just don' t know what you expect me to do | |
| I' m looking for you | |
| I' m looking for you hey | |
| I' m looking for you | |
| Do you look for me too? | |
| I can tell that you do | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Good time in the air can you feel that? | |
| Got a drink no ice can you chill that? | |
| I play fine, me, where the field at? | |
| Got no time for the noise can you kill that? | |
| New school style old school so | |
| Hard not life style yes I know | |
| I came a long way from the clumped up bricks | |
| Now everywhere I go rock pumped up kicks | |
| See me pool side with the red cup | |
| Laid back on the beach chair legs up | |
| Setting trends, we don' t let the trend set us | |
| Rock in the bid cause you know I got a fresh cut | |
| Yeah you know my quotes | |
| I fill the world up with so much dope | |
| But I fill the world up with so much hope | |
| So there' s contradictions in all my notes | |
| Fuck that, throw the steaks on the grill nigga | |
| Got the whole world fucking with a real nigga | |
| And there' s really no reason to fight | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| And I got that sound for the radio | |
| But I' m too damn real they don' t play me so | |
| I take it back to the soul like nineteen eightysix, eightyfive, eightyfour | |
| Put your lighter in the air for me one time | |
| Two step to the sound of the drum line | |
| Where I' m from its hard to find sunshine | |
| So we don' t really give a fuck about a punch line | |
| Oh damn I' m fresh, oh damn girl, damn that dress | |
| Make a man think impure thoughts | |
| While I' m looking at all that flesh | |
| So dim the lights real low | |
| I paint the future with my light year flow | |
| And there' s really no reason to fight | |
| Hook |