[Intro - Female, spoken] Wait—skip that. Hand me the aux. [Verse 1 - Female, melodic rap] Y'all keep picking songs about somebody's ex; One more crying chorus, I'm calling what's next. Got a little guitar lick that'll shake this place; Put your long-week shoulders down and give me that bass. Pass that little cord; I've been waiting on this one. Bet I get that quiet cowboy up before the chorus comes. [Chorus - Female, sung] Hand me the aux, Baby, here's your groove. Got the one that makes you Forget to play it cool. Come a little closer, Let that backbeat knock— I know what you like. Baby, hand me the aux. [Verse 2 - Female, melodic rap] You said you weren't dancing, now you're asking for a turn, Doing something with your shoulders I don't think you ever learned. Got your hand around my waist and that "Who, me?" on your face; If I'd known this song could do that, I'd have played it out the gate. You can ask me what it's called when you're catching up your breath; Right now, quit your talking—let me show you what comes next. [Chorus - Female, sung] Hand me the aux, Baby, here's your groove. Got the one that makes you Forget to play it cool. Come a little closer, Let that backbeat knock— I know what you like. Baby, hand me the aux. [Bridge - Female, relaxed] Bring it down a little; Let that guitar say its piece. Now put that bass back under it— There you go. That's what I mean. [Instrumental Turn - 16 bars] [Develop the source's familiar twang-guitar lick over the same playful country-funk pocket. Muted guitar scratches answer a moving, rounded bass line; keep the groove continuous and let the last phrase lead into the next verse.] [Verse 3 - Female, smiling melodic rap] Now your buddy's asking nicely if I'll put his favorite on; I tell him, "Get in line, honey; we ain't done with this song." You mouth that little title like it's been yours all along; Funny how you found your rhythm when the right one came on. A girl beside the table says, "What else you got in there?" I grin and hold my phone up, let that guitar fill the air. We got the whole room singing what I knew they'd wanna hear; You lean down, say, "All right, girl. You can keep it over here." [Chorus - Female, sung] Hand me the aux, Baby, here's your groove. Got the one that makes you Forget to play it cool. Come a little closer, Let that backbeat knock— I know what you like. Baby, hand me the aux. [Verse 4 - Female, playful melodic rap] I fake a reach toward the next one; now you're telling me to wait; Got your finger in the air like there's a case you need to make. Say, "You can't change it right there—baby, here comes the good part." I say, "Look who knows the song now. You've been learning pretty hard." You pull me in a little; I forget to watch the screen; That little guitar answers, and you know just what I mean. We can argue over who's in charge when this one's through; Right now I got your favorite playing, and I got my hands on you. [Build - Female, close, drums briefly thin] I know what you like. There it is—let it knock. [Final Chorus - Female, sung with her own harmony] Hand me the aux, Baby, here's your groove. Got the one that makes you Forget to play it cool. Come a little closer, Let that backbeat knock— I know what you like. Baby, hand me the aux. [Outro - Female, smiling] That one right there. You can thank me later. [Instrumental Ending - 4 bars] [Answer the title with the source guitar lick and one rounded bass response, then land on a clean band stop.]
