Know U Like Me
I'm still around
I'm in the breeze
Don't hold my children like that
No, they don't know you like me
I'm skim lines through these trees
So they don't
Stop wasting your time, you won't find me in my old prime
Just don't grasp his fingertips
Until I'm loose in my grip
I couldn't get close
I'm dishing up girl, do you want the most?
Everywhere you can sense me, (I) feel exposed
For his sake don't hesitate to hide my clothes
I hold my weight
Don't feel around girl, it could be straight
Though these hand won't be first to display
Don't leave grieve now, you'll have time to create
I'm still around
I'm in the breeze
Don't hold my children like that
No, they don't know you like me
I'm skim lines through these trees
So they don't
Stop wasting your time, you won't find me in my old prime
Just don't grasp his fingertips
Until I'm loose in my grip
And creeping hands describe that we'd been broken
He'd said that he wouldn't watch me
Don't you worry bout it changing
And stained thighs caused these crimes to be unspoken
She'll be running with the times
Blaming God for her demise until he's woken
I'm still around
I'm in the breeze
Don't hold my children like that
No, they don't know you like me
I'm skim lines through these trees
So they don't
Stop wasting your time, you won't find me in my old prime
Just don't grasp his fingertips
Until I'm loose in my grip
I'm in the breeze
Don't hold my children like that
No, they don't know you like me
I'm skim lines through these trees
So they don't
Stop wasting your time, you won't find me in my old prime
Just don't grasp his fingertips
Until I'm loose in my grip
I couldn't get close
I'm dishing up girl, do you want the most?
Everywhere you can sense me, (I) feel exposed
For his sake don't hesitate to hide my clothes
I hold my weight
Don't feel around girl, it could be straight
Though these hand won't be first to display
Don't leave grieve now, you'll have time to create
I'm still around
I'm in the breeze
Don't hold my children like that
No, they don't know you like me
I'm skim lines through these trees
So they don't
Stop wasting your time, you won't find me in my old prime
Just don't grasp his fingertips
Until I'm loose in my grip
And creeping hands describe that we'd been broken
He'd said that he wouldn't watch me
Don't you worry bout it changing
And stained thighs caused these crimes to be unspoken
She'll be running with the times
Blaming God for her demise until he's woken
I'm still around
I'm in the breeze
Don't hold my children like that
No, they don't know you like me
I'm skim lines through these trees
So they don't
Stop wasting your time, you won't find me in my old prime
Just don't grasp his fingertips
Until I'm loose in my grip
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Writer(s): Thomas Cully
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