[Intro] (Yeah) (Sam Witwicky) (Same language... but a different dialect) [Verse 1] Uh, ay yo, we talkin' the same language, Sam Witwicky – I’m the spark, you just the wreckage. Step to me wrong, you might be tryin' to dance with me, But this floor is a trap, check the choreography. Think you a star, boy? I don't even get litty, I’m the sun in the dark, making everything look gritty. You tryin' too hard, boy – sweat drippin' off your ego, Go an' get your mans, quickly, before I let the heat go. Ooh, like the Energizer Bunny, I keep goin', While your battery is leakin' and your true colors showin'. You wanna come in the booth and start a cypher with me? That’s like bringin' a candle to a lightning factory. Or you thinkin' 'bout what you could buy for the kitty? Keep the change, boy... I got my eyes on your money. [Pre-Chorus] One look – I know the drill, Goin' in for the kill. Hope you wrote a will, Boy. Wanna see what I do? Boy – I'm outta your view, Boy – you ain't got a clue, No, you ain't got a clue. [Chorus] Boy, we talkin' the same language! We talkin' the same language. Boy, we talkin' the same language, Boy, we talkin' the same language. Boy, we talkin' the same language, Boy, we talkin' the same language. Boy, we talkin' the same language, Boy, we talkin' the same language. [Verse 2] Mmm, tryna do the most, tryna play the host, Tell me you in love? Boy, that’s just a ghost. You in love? Boy, that's gross – don’t get close, I’m the overdose of flavor, you’re just plain toast. But you don't wanna be just a number on my phone? Then stop acting like a clone in a danger zone. Boy, you better keep your hands where I can see 'em, I’m a masterpiece, you’re just a tourist in the museum. I see you doin' your C-walk, tryna look boss, I think I just heard your man ask if you lost. But you still dancin', dancin', lookin' over here, Crystal clear vision while you’re drownin' in your fear. Well, come here, boy, I got you, baby, Bring it over here, but don’t bring no "maybe." [Bridge] Same syntax, same rhythm, same frequency, I read your body language like a secret agency. You’re stuttering in silence while I’m speaking in gold, A story that’s classic, but never gets old. I’m the translation of the vibration you feel, Sam Witwicky, the only thing here that is real. [Chorus] Boy, we talkin' the same language! Boy, we talkin' the same language. Boy, we talkin' the same language, Boy, we talkin' the same language. Boy, we talkin' the same language, Boy, we talkin' the same language. Boy, we talkin' the same language, Boy, we talkin' the same language. [Outro] Sam Witwicky. Out of your view, boy. Get your mans... quickly.
