Guy I can't get rid of at my place Maybe we should just do it at your place yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Tried to tell him lick it, he not like you So why bother showin' hom what I do? Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pick up the pace Just ride 'cause it's not a race You said that you like a chase I do not chase I'll leave that shit to what's bad for me luckily, you are the face I never taste And I know that you like to taste That's how I know you havе taste Yeah, yeah, mm, mm, mm
You said my sidе is beside myself But that's where I'm at, yeah, yeah If you can't show me what's good tonight Then what's good with someone else? I try to forget
How your hands feel (My heart) How your hands feel (And it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad) How your hands feel (My heart) How your hands feel (And it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad) 'Cause he can't do it like that
Guy I can't get rid of in my face He know what he like but I don't waste yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeha, yeah) He love to tell a bitch what he be on 'Til I say a face what I be on, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pick up the pace Just ride 'cause it's not a race He said that it's not the case Shit, what's the case? Don't like my way Best use your words 'cause if you don't then you'll be replaced Nothin' to say? Okay, then back to my way And I'm on my way to his place Luckily, he likes the taste and I like someone with his taste, yeah, yeah
You said my side is beside myself But that's where I'm at, yeah, yeah (Oh) If you can't show me what's good tonight Then what's good with someone else? I try to forget
How your hands feel (My heart) How your hands feel (And it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad) How your hands feel (My heart) How your hands feel (And it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad) 'Cause he can't do it like that (My heart) Oh, 'cause he can't do it like that (My heart) (My heart)
Compositores: Parrish Alan Warrington, Krystin Landryn Watkins (Rook Monroe), Ryan Destiny Irons, Diederik Jan Van Elsas ECAD: Obra #42827050