Obsessed With You
Central Cee Lyrics


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Your hair's under my pillow, so I sleep (so I sleep)
And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (Nastylgia) (at-at my feet)
I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe (believe, believe)
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me?

I hope a trap boy's your type (why?)
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (alright)
I get that your standard's high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (literally)
When I write my rhymes
You say you don't like that line, I'll switch it (calm)
You said you don't like my life
You said you don't like my guys, you're tripping (you're tripping)

I followed you
I followed you today, I was in my car (alright, alright)
I wanted to come see you from afar (at-at my feet)
If you turned around and saw me I would die
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me?

Bad one and she photogenic (alright)
Instagram got a lot of impressions (uh-huh, uh-huh)
She think I might cheat and I don't need love
But I need some thug affection (literally)
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
Man, I got 21 questions (like 50)
In the trap with the cats domestic
She doin' lashes, somethin' cosmetic
They shot their shot, she read it
They slid in her DM with somethin' generic (huh)
She don't even like going out
Got a new outfit but nowhere to wear it (alright)
She think that I'm being disloyal
When I'm in the street with a couple of killys
(You ain't gotta) You ain't gotta worry 'bout none of these hoes
I'm grown, I'm done with these bitches
(Done with these bitches, done with these bitches)

Your hair's under my pillow, so I sleep (so I sleep)
And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (at-at my feet)
I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe (believe, believe)
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me?

I hope a trap boy's your type (why?)
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (alright)
I get that your standard's high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (literally)
When I write my rhymes
You say you don't like that line, I'll switch it (calm)
You said you don't like my life
You said you don't like my guys, you're tripping (you're tripping)

Trap boy's your type
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (do you wipe them just for me, me, me, me, me?)
I get that your standard's high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (I'm pleading on my knees, knees, knees, knees, knees)
When I write my rhymes
You say you don't like that line, I'll switch it (it's your touch that I need, need, need, need, need)
You said you don't like my life





When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for

Overall Meaning

In the song Obsessed With You by Central Cee, the artist seems to be absolutely obsessed with a woman he desires. He starts off by saying that he sleeps with her hair under his pillow, dreaming about her leaving roses at his feet. The obsession with this woman is so intense that he can't believe it himself. He wonders if when she wipes her tears, she does it just for him. The lyrics emphasize that his love for her is unrequited and he is pleading with her to give him a chance.


Central Cee then talks about how he hopes that he fits the type of a "trap boy" that his love interest seems to like. He mentions that he does not have a regular nine-to-five job and that his life is different from others. The lyrics imply that the woman he is after has certain standards, which he is willing to meet. He promises to switch up his rhymes if she does not like a line and will prove to her that he is different from other guys.


The song switches between the rapper's obsession with the woman and his desires and struggles to win her over. He follows her around in his car and confesses his love to her, but her high standards make her hard to please. The lyrics convey the artist's hopes that the woman will fall for him, and he promises to give her everything she needs.


Line by Line Meaning

Your hair's under my pillow, so I sleep (so I sleep)
I keep a lock of your hair under my pillow so I can feel like you're always with me, even when you're not physically present.


And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (Nastylgia) (at-at my feet)
I dream about you showering me with affection, like leaving roses at my feet, even though I know it's just a fantasy.


I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe (believe, believe)
I'm completely consumed by my feelings for you to the point where it's hard to comprehend the intensity of my obsession.


When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me?
I wonder if you cry and then wipe away your tears specifically because of me and the impact I have on your emotions.


I hope a trap boy's your type (why?) 'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (alright)
I hope that you're interested in guys who come from the same background as me, who have been in the trap, because I'm not a traditional nine-to-five worker.


I get that your standard's high But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (literally)
I understand that you have high expectations, but I am not an ordinary or average guy; I stand out from the crowd.


When I write my rhymes You say you don't like that line, I'll switch it (calm)
When I share my creative work with you, if you don't approve of a particular line, I'm willing to change it to meet your expectations.


You said you don't like my life You said you don't like my guys, you're tripping (you're tripping)
You've criticized the choices I've made in my life and the people I surround myself with, but I believe you're overreacting and being unfair in your judgment.


I followed you I followed you today, I was in my car (alright, alright) I wanted to come see you from afar (at-at my feet) If you turned around and saw me I would die When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me?
I have been stalking you, and I followed you today in my car, trying to catch a glimpse of you from afar. If you saw me, I would be mortified. I still wonder if you cry and wipe away your tears for me.


Bad one and she photogenic (alright) Instagram got a lot of impressions (uh-huh, uh-huh) She think I might cheat and I don't need love But I need some thug affection (literally) If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? Man, I got 21 questions (like 50) In the trap with the cats domestic She doin' lashes, somethin' cosmetic They shot their shot, she read it They slid in her DM with somethin' generic (huh) She don't even like going out Got a new outfit but nowhere to wear it (alright) She think that I'm being disloyal When I'm in the street with a couple of killys (You ain't gotta) You ain't gotta worry 'bout none of these hoes I'm grown, I'm done with these bitches (Done with these bitches, done with these bitches)
I'm in a complicated and unstable relationship with a really attractive woman who loves taking pictures for social media. She's always worried that I'll be unfaithful, even though I don't need love, just affection from someone who understands me. If my life took a turn for the worse, would you still be there for me? I have a lot of questions and concerns, and I spend most of my time in the trap with the homies. She's always working on her appearance, but she's not really interested in going out or doing anything. She thinks I'm cheating on her when I'm with my killer friends, but really, I'm trying to show them that I'm not just a random guy anymore. You don't have to worry about me messing around with other women because I'm done with that lifestyle.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Alexander Crossan, Oakley Ceasar Su, Victoria Walker

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@rabilamichhane2981

Lyrics :
Your hair's under my pillow so I sleep (so I sleep)
And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (Nastylgia) (at my feet)
I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe
When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me? (Me, me, me, me)
I hope a trap boy's your type (why?)
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (alright)
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (literally)
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it (calm)
You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys
You're trippin', trippin' (you're trippin')
I followed you, I followed you today, I was in my car (alright)
I wanted to come see you from afar (at my feet)
If you turned around and saw me, I would die
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me?
Bad one and she photogenic (alright)
Instagram got a lot of impressions (uh-huh)
She think I'm a G and I don't need love
But I need some thug affection (literally)
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
Man, I got 21 questions (like 50)
In the trap with the cats, domestics
She doin' lashes, somethin' cosmetic
They shot their shot, she read it
They slid in DM with somethin' generic (huh)
She don't even like goin' out, got a new outfit, but nowhere to wear it (alright)
She think that I'm being disloyal, and I'm in the streets with couple of killys
(You ain't gotta) you ain't gotta worry 'bout none of these hoes
I'm grown, I'm done with these bitches
(Done with these bitches, done with these bitches)
Your hair's under my pillow, so I sleep (so I sleep)
And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (at my feet)
I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me? (Me, me, me, me)
I hope a trap boy's your type (why?)
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (alright)
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (literally)
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it (calm)
You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys
You're trippin', trippin' (you're trippin')
I hope a trap boy's your type
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it
You said you don't like my life
(When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for-)



@jonathanjohnston1922

I am from the Midwest USA and this dude is tough!!

I put all my homeboys on UK hip hop back in the early mid 2000s.

Choong Family, Roll Deep, Wiley,Tinie Tempah, J2K, the list goes on.

Hearing his music feels like the first time I discovered hip hop from the UK. Central Cee is the truth!!

Keep bringing the heat fam much love from Oklahoma 💪🏾



@Dobbylyrics

lyrics:
Your hair's under my pillow so I sleep (so I sleep)
And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (Nastylgia) (at my feet)
I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe
When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me? (Me, me, me, me)
I hope a trap boy's your type (why?)
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (alright)
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (literally)
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it (calm)
You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys
You're trippin', trippin' (you're trippin')
I followed you, I followed you today, I was in my car (alright)
I wanted to come see you from afar (at my feet)
If you turned around and saw me, I would die
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me?
Bad one and she photogenic (alright)
Instagram got a lot of impressions (uh-huh)
She think I'm a G and I don't need love
But I need some thug affection (literally)
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
Man, I got 21 questions (like 50)
In the trap with the cats, domestics
She doin' lashes, somethin' cosmetic
They shot their shot, she read it
They slid in DM with somethin' generic (huh)
She don't even like goin' out, got a new outfit, but nowhere to wear it (alright)
She think that I'm being disloyal, and I'm in the streets with couple of killys
(You ain't gotta) you ain't gotta worry 'bout none of these hoes
I'm grown, I'm done with these bitches
(Done with these bitches, done with these bitches)
Your hair's under my pillow, so I sleep (so I sleep)
And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (at my feet)
I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me? (Me, me, me, me)
I hope a trap boy's your type (why?)
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (alright)
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (literally)
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it (calm)
You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys
You're trippin', trippin' (you're trippin')
I hope a trap boy's your type
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it
You said you don't like my life
(When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for-)



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this hits different,the lyrics,especially when u feel the lyrics,when the lyrics go along with that one person u love,Cench dropped a masterpiece and we are loving it.

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