| Underneath your salty skin | 
| Pressure has me lost again | 
| Underneath your salty skin | 
| You take all my oxygen | 
| Underneath your salty skin | 
| Forget to breathe but learn to swim | 
| Underneath your salty skin | 
| Pressure has me (lost) lost again | 
| Lost faith in love, you setting new goals | 
| You got tired of chipping shovels on fools gold | 
| Standing on me last week, but it’s cool though | 
| I sent a card to your crib its a pool though | 
| When its time to swim, diving in head first | 
| I bet I never go limp like Fred Durst | 
| Only a boujee chick trip off your net worth | 
| I’ll bite a snake, get the leather for your next purse | 
| Hannibal Lecter, I want the nectar | 
| Don’t want to text you, I want the texture | 
| You make a movie, I’ll be the director | 
| My Sofia Coppola, my be all over us | 
| We used to the blow, we make it go coconuts | 
| But you can’t close the can once it opens up | 
| Adrenaline in your veins, yeah you know the rush | 
| Stick with the gentlemen games I can show you rough | 
| Can I rub my face against your skin? | 
| Can I make your breath? | 
| Wanna hold you close to the very end | 
| And sink or swim | 
| She was known for staying quiet and lowkey | 
| Put up her trunk and do the silence, you know me | 
| We in the zone, hot room and soaked sheets | 
| Was alone a while, were running no streets | 
| Had a scoop of I barely knew her | 
| Really wants to pass me trying | 
| Time in the glass, we should really let it sooner | 
| The hour go past and I see right through her | 
| Underneath your salty skin | 
| Pressure has me lost again | 
| Underneath your salty skin | 
| You take all my oxygen | 
| Underneath your salty skin | 
| Forget to breathe but learn to swim | 
| Underneath your salty skin | 
| Pressure has me (lost) lost again |