Lust Letters
Turn off the lights and treat me like a blind man
I Read a book written in Braille titled YOU
Please excuse me if I
Touch too hard
These papers cut me up
Get me a band aid
And kiss my wound
Actually suck this dick baby
Jesus died for our sins
Kneel and pray he'll forgive you by the morning
Lord forgive me
For all this sinning
I've been a Bad Boy
I really hope it ain't no Biggie
Cus I'm far from finished
One minute
Let me sing this
Jump in a limo tinted
No time to catch no feelings
Feelings are dead
Jump on this bed and spread your legs Baby
Leme inspect baby
I don't spend money on hoes
I don't spend money on hoes
We can go to OB
Hopefully that's enough
If it's not you can OD
On this vibe I breathe
The tide in your briefs starts to rise quickly
I see that it's dripping
You can't hide it from me
Baby rest easy
Let me help you release it
Let me give you the nasty shit your body's been fiending for
Her knees hit the floor
See my scrotum yeah she holding it
Massaging it
It come with plenty honesty minus misogony
I can see what you're trying to be
A wifey to me
Probably not the best time but your proper to me
Hopefully in the next life
I'll be ready for we
And pussy won't be my only motive
You'll be what I need
I don't spend money on hoes
I don't spend money on hoes
I could press rewind at the sight of your face
But are you worth the money babe is you worth the pay
I could spare a moment
Or some time in the day
To think about your beauty and that smile on your face
And I could say I'm ready and promise no delay
Guaranteed you'd would be persuaded as I lie to your face
Even if I hit it anytime of the day
I still wouldn't be hasty on the gaming I play
So if I say these words, and they swift you away
I cannot be to blame, ain't my fault that I'm sway
The flowing deeper than all your scars and your pain
Sometimes I really love you and I want you to stay but
I don't spend money on bros
I don't spend money on bros
Do you want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
I don't know
Want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
I don't know
Want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
I Read a book written in Braille titled YOU
Please excuse me if I
Touch too hard
These papers cut me up
Get me a band aid
And kiss my wound
Actually suck this dick baby
Jesus died for our sins
Kneel and pray he'll forgive you by the morning
Lord forgive me
For all this sinning
I've been a Bad Boy
I really hope it ain't no Biggie
Cus I'm far from finished
One minute
Let me sing this
Jump in a limo tinted
No time to catch no feelings
Feelings are dead
Jump on this bed and spread your legs Baby
Leme inspect baby
I don't spend money on hoes
I don't spend money on hoes
We can go to OB
Hopefully that's enough
If it's not you can OD
On this vibe I breathe
The tide in your briefs starts to rise quickly
I see that it's dripping
You can't hide it from me
Baby rest easy
Let me help you release it
Let me give you the nasty shit your body's been fiending for
Her knees hit the floor
See my scrotum yeah she holding it
Massaging it
It come with plenty honesty minus misogony
I can see what you're trying to be
A wifey to me
Probably not the best time but your proper to me
Hopefully in the next life
I'll be ready for we
And pussy won't be my only motive
You'll be what I need
I don't spend money on hoes
I don't spend money on hoes
I could press rewind at the sight of your face
But are you worth the money babe is you worth the pay
I could spare a moment
Or some time in the day
To think about your beauty and that smile on your face
And I could say I'm ready and promise no delay
Guaranteed you'd would be persuaded as I lie to your face
Even if I hit it anytime of the day
I still wouldn't be hasty on the gaming I play
So if I say these words, and they swift you away
I cannot be to blame, ain't my fault that I'm sway
The flowing deeper than all your scars and your pain
Sometimes I really love you and I want you to stay but
I don't spend money on bros
I don't spend money on bros
Do you want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
I don't know
Want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
I don't know
Want the love
You want the love
Do you want the love
You want the love
Credits
Writer(s): Botshelo Motiang
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