Do you want to be slaves of my happiness like you want to be fleas in the primrose
Do you not like kill me, no, here are my secrets tell you I'll kill you, sorry, I'll help you
Tell you please, I can't walk now, is it what I'm seizing dear Babylon, huh, you've caught me
I ain't done with all the penalties and the street ain't cold, cold, baby

Don't pretend you got a gun like I remember your son
I know how you feel like come and bite it like you feel like it
I used to say, I can't walk now, even this time
I promise, I could've waited, you know my promise and you're coming in your mind

You can come in front for a bite like you've done that for my body
Lonely, do you want me, do you want me, do you want me, do you want me
I want that, you call me, you phone, you die call me, I'll be on your side
I want that, you want me, do you want me, do you want me, do you want me

Call me, I know what I'm doing, call me, say you're sorry
Come in the home, you'll say, come in the house like you
I've been coming this home since I read, your-U brought me same things
I've been leaving you on ill, sorry, you know right

And I used to listen motherfuckers like, what's that hit
Up in the town where I come, you there, when the bloody door's shut
Haven't I humor so popping up in this town
Since you've been coming I speak, then I speak, cause I got to tell you

'Cause I got my coochie, yo
And you know how you feel like
Strepping along to your car
And you know how you say you feel like

I can't walk, I can't die, it's too hot
And you know how I cut fuckers in my wings
I like that bitches on my, on my face
I say goodnight, I get on my face now

I give my life, I don't wanna fuck y'all
I could be sealed, took a risk, I could be used
Tell the world that it's in my hands
I don't wanna fuck y'all

Took a record, fucked up in the air
I pray to you, I pray to you
I pray to you, I pray to you
Tell the world that it's in my hands

You're a car, I'm on the road, I'm on the fence
I'm on the fence, and I'm gonna say so
And I'm gonna wear my ten nights
Then I'm gonna say my epic lines

And there's a bloody cloud up here, and me missing
I can't walk, I can't die, it's too hot
And you know how you feel like
Strepping along to your car

And you know how I cut fuckers in my wings
Tell the world that it's in my hands
I don't wanna fuck y'all
Took a record, fucked up in the air

I pray to you, I pray to you
I pray to you, I pray to you
I pray to you, I pray to you
Tell the world that it's in my hands

I can't walk, I can't die, it's too hot
And you know how you feel like
Strepping along to your car
And you know how I cut fuckers in my wings