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
 
 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