I want to be alone Alone with you, does that make sense? I want to steal your soul And hide you in my treasure chest (Ayy, yo, Pluto, you goin' brazy) I don't know what to do To do with your kiss on my neck Yo, yo, yo I ain't never had a girl like this Real to the core, it's real And I can't talk 'bout sex every day on the track So I talk 'bout the shit I feel I might give you flowers and kisses Not just dick, and this shit is real I might pull up on a late night one Like slap on a movie and come, let's chill I remember the day that I met you No way could I ever forget that I would go back home on the DLR train Just missin' the fact you left, man I'm textin' bro like, "Yo" Eman text me back like, "Wagwan?" I said, "Bro, after all the ho stages I'm ready, I found the one" Fake accounts gonna talk their shit, why? Both of us be lit And I don't really give a fuck 'bout that As long as our relationship is bliss And I know that my baby humble But I know that your temper's short And I know that I hurt you one time If I do that again then I'm a fool And I know that the love runs deep Trust me, you know I know And I know that you really do got me Trust me, I know, I know Winter time is cold, it's cold And I find it hard to express So I'm writin' this shit on notes I just put my feelings into the music That's the way that man know I wanna steal your soul now, what? I wanna steal your soul (And hide you in my treasure chest) I'ma hide you, huh, trust me, they can't find you (I don't know what to do) And I don't know what to do now, nah Nah, man, I don't know what to do (To do with your kiss on my neck) Mmm Hold on, let me talk star signs, hear what I'm sayin' Yo, yo, I'm glad that I got me a Pisces With water you put me out and I keep you grounded That's light, B I'm so glad that your mum do like me Got the old school love like '90s And god forbid, if I ever go jail Then I know that my babe will write me And I know it's your b-day soon I got you and your b-day, boo I know when you're upset Trust me, man, I see straight through We're havin' a minor dispute You walk out the room, man, that shit's so rude But you know that we're stuck like glue 4L 'cause the girl my boo, Arz I don't know what to do To do with your kiss on my neck I want to be alone Alone with you, does that make sense? I want to steal your soul And hide you in my treasure chest I don't know what to do To do with your kiss on my neckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
