Lips

When you go lick them lips

You know it gets me in a twist

Figure out what the safest place is

Fuck it, roll with the outdoor bliss

Simple things make your man lose their shit

When you go lick them lips

When you go lick them lips

When you go thrust them hips

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

Making a man, working it hard for me (yes)

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

I party and I party 'til starts at eight in the mornin'

Never plan but we here and the molly

Here's happening and no one complaining

Wasn't expecting a thing from you

My fate wasn't even blinking

Then I let down my cool and my view

Was you I'm actually cheese but it's true

Runaway, runaway, let's ride

Runaway, runaway, let's ride

I'm never smitten, usually bitter (now, now)

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

Making a man, working it hard for me (yes)

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

Her love is mine but still, I feel as if it isn't real

Sometimes the vibe is intercepted with a different feel

Her lips are painted with the finest brush

Illustrated with the Midas Touch

Created from the highest love

A perfect picture that resonates and observed a listener

Her lips are poisonous but I will still enjoy this kiss

The windows to her soul are tinted when she lies in silence

Tryna find the type of vibe that we can touch the sky with

Rose petals on the duvet cover

Dreadlocks wanna do the hope you do recover when I

Feel your energy is deeper than anything really

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

Making a man, working it hard for me (yes)

You know what I'm talking about (yes)

When you go lick them lips

When you go lick them lips

When you go lick them lips