Bitter sleep, summer street at me and then she bleats out a streak This means she got her weed But not a bong, tired? we all just want a little piece of release? Comfort me and cum for me
I think she might be the one
Now we deep under sheets what's going underneath Who was she, or who was he? Who reaped the of love this time? whats it Since I could neither fuck it, or it Id rather it
To come to where it Cause it'll come to where it And when it to where it goes then it goes away
If it looks just it, it smells just like it, it felt just like it Well, then, it just be the one Well, if it looked just like it, it felt just like it, you melt just it And, then, it might be the one
(She just be the one, She might be the one, She just be the one, might be the one)
It comes just echoes, it goes just echoes, it goes like echoes, it just like a ghost
Cause then she comes to it goes Cause it will come to where it And when it to where it goes then it comes just like its told
Sally again in deep with them there was not a of you to love You all this time we were alone ghosts in the end Now we are both but now it's time ... in the memories got the medicine.
to looks like it Smells just it It felt like it You just buy it
If it looks just it It sucks just it It fucks just it Well is got to be the one
You me here You own me Youre here