Down On Me
Wake up with you next to me
Wondering how this came to be
I thought to be fair, baby
You want to impress with me, you thought less of me
I took a piece of you home
'Cause I need something to hold
This guilty pleasure's unfolding
How I want to taste your fear
No, it's not a mistake
Coming to your home
Never fucked this way
Feels so fucking good
'Cause when you looked down on me
I knew just what to do
You started to run away
And now you wish you could
Restless times that I
Try me past the lies, fuck you till you cry
And if you're not the one
The slam it was bound to be, bound to be
Can you taste the wine?
Sip a little down, sip a little, guy
Faith is getting of us
But then you went down on me, down on me
I took a piece of you home
Cause I need something to hold
This guilty pleasure's unfolding
How I want to taste your fear
No, it's not a mistake
Coming to your home
Never fucked this way
Feels so fucking good
'Cause when you looked down on me
I knew just what to do
You started to run away
And now you wish you could
I remember kites flying
High in the sky, back on your bike with this
Always feels so good, if not I don't mind it, don't mind it
You're gonna break in my house (No, it's not)
If we decide to move on (No, it's not)
Why do you look down on your heart? (No, it's not)
I've reinforced but you've always loved, yeah
No, it's not
A mistake
Coming to your home
Never fucked this way
Feels so fucking good
'Cause when you looked down on me
I knew just what to do
You started to run away
And now you wish you could
Wondering how this came to be
I thought to be fair, baby
You want to impress with me, you thought less of me
I took a piece of you home
'Cause I need something to hold
This guilty pleasure's unfolding
How I want to taste your fear
No, it's not a mistake
Coming to your home
Never fucked this way
Feels so fucking good
'Cause when you looked down on me
I knew just what to do
You started to run away
And now you wish you could
Restless times that I
Try me past the lies, fuck you till you cry
And if you're not the one
The slam it was bound to be, bound to be
Can you taste the wine?
Sip a little down, sip a little, guy
Faith is getting of us
But then you went down on me, down on me
I took a piece of you home
Cause I need something to hold
This guilty pleasure's unfolding
How I want to taste your fear
No, it's not a mistake
Coming to your home
Never fucked this way
Feels so fucking good
'Cause when you looked down on me
I knew just what to do
You started to run away
And now you wish you could
I remember kites flying
High in the sky, back on your bike with this
Always feels so good, if not I don't mind it, don't mind it
You're gonna break in my house (No, it's not)
If we decide to move on (No, it's not)
Why do you look down on your heart? (No, it's not)
I've reinforced but you've always loved, yeah
No, it's not
A mistake
Coming to your home
Never fucked this way
Feels so fucking good
'Cause when you looked down on me
I knew just what to do
You started to run away
And now you wish you could
Credits
Writer(s): James Mccall, Brittney Denise Parks
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