few words on my tongue are slurred to the one wicked note
you love me, you love me not
all my being is shaking upon your style
baby, why this ain't mine
yet?
woke up late at the noon catching up for delayed
i thought all that could wait
now Im off my phone, ghosting
ain't no texting, no posting
it's gone
you're an icon in flesh, the big fish on my throat
boating it up on the same boat
baby, fishing you out from the scary blue sea
you can lay it on me
you're so dope that it almost hits upon my spine
baby, why this ain't mine, huh
why this ain't mine?
ain t mine, baby
© Copyright: Неттер Линг, 2020
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