There was something ′bout her face

Something 'bout the way they would taste

Lick her lips after slipping everything she should′ve sayAnd saying everything that couldnt wait

Saying wouldn't it be great

A little bait heard a little late

Trying to be finding me cause im a slipper on a date

Saying wait, the day will break

Trying to play it straight

But she be saying wake me up at eight

Now im talking late

Jack way back when I get eczema on my elbows

Before she found shelter in the shelt holes

We felt those, lows

That hevean in the hell holes

Waiting for a situation saying we should show those feelings

We're feeling, cause I dont get no Es in the evening

Release when Im dreaming

And she would say she cant believe what shes reading

Cause everthing i write has been misleading, she needs

It be the friday night

Filling it with fifa

Slum village sleeping through the speaker

I need her

Deeper than the reasons had to leave her

But she aint thinking ′bout me I aint thinking ′bout her neither either

Believe her or let it go

It seems the latter looks like losing over setting stone

Best to bell her phone

I'd rather see her but shes never home

So I start to moan all alone

Grab her breath and groan speak after the tone like

Yo its me what you saying

Its been a week I was playing

I know this isnt good for you but another night your staying

So help me Im just tryna find a way

It ain′t to early morning lay it low

They say the situations straying

Your the player now you're praying no more

What you playing those for

I played my cards right, twice, for nothing

Now I ain′t waiting no more

She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)

She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)

She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)

She needs it

She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)

She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)