Artist: Mac Miller f/ Ty Dolla $ign Album: The Divine Feminine Song: Cinderella Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Ty Dolla $ign] Uhh, $ign! Oh no no no no No no no-no no no-no no ($ign!) Ayy [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I been waitin' all night for this moment I been waitin' all year for this moment I been picturing you takin' off your clothes for me I been literally curvin' all these hoes for you Daddy told you better bring your ass home Cinderella better get your ass home Man I swear the parents just don't understand You ain't gotta be old to be a man Take my hand, come with me, to my room Girl I got a suite at the SLS I already know you got expensive taste Take my hand, follow me, to my room Tell your little friends you gon' be alright Girl I got a plan for the whole night [Mac Miller] Okay your legs just like a store, they open up and you got people in line Been here every night for weeks at a time You in my dreams, that's why I sleep all the time Just to hear you say "I love you", just to touch you, just to leave you behind I told you "You don't have to worry, you'll be fine" The type of thing I heard it happen all the time Yeah, I just wanna see you fly Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin' me high Said nothin' better than the first time I'll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside You don't have to spend another second on this Earth dry Wet you like a rebel, go a second and a third time, left you up a burst of mind And when you hungry, I can chef you up a stir fry Get you some dessert wine, elevate ya third eye First prize, Nobel, get a piece Your clothes off, turn around, let me see [Chorus] [Mac Miller] Yeah, okay I came up with a plan, it was take you by the hand And bring you somewhere where the sand is, soon as we landed We went straight into the room and played the music, started dancin' You was takin' off your pants, it look like Dorothy ain't in Kansas anymore, I do you like a chore We started on the bed and then we moved it to the floor You started gettin' crazy, told me fuck you like a whore I thought you was an angel now you yellin' to the Lord You used to tell me all the time I ain't your type Now, you always wanna spend the night Now, I'm doing everythin' you like When I'm inside your pussy, damn it feels so right Yeah, but I still respect the game Every time I'm out of line you always set me straight The sex is great, for Heaven's sake I need it every day, I yell your name "Cinderella!" Never gonna find nobody better, all my life [Chorus] {*guitar solo plays on for 30 seconds*} [Outro: Mac Miller - singing] Hey now, I'm sayin' My only way out, is the way in I won't stop, 'til you mine, no way Well, all my days now, they changin' I got angels, no more Satan Looks like God's, on my side, this time Well, I been meanin' to tell ya You lookin' better, every day, write you letters It's only right that, right after love, I, write my name, ay If it's forever, or never It's all the same, under the weather Feel much better, when that weather, isn't rain, yeah Ooh, Cinderella Don't you run out, of time It feels like you've been takin', all day, yeah Wherever you came from, wherever you goin' I promise I'm, not far behind, yeah So don't you dare throw this, away I been meanin' to tell ya You look better, every day, write you letters It's only right that, right after love, I, write my name, yeah And if it's forever, or never It's all the same, under the weather Feel much better, when that weather, isn't rain