I just want

Hey baby, you left your red bottoms right beneath my
Studio's neon lights and your lipstick and concealer last night
Where your memories at? We were fucking in the
Ceiling, can't you remember? I was breathing in your
Screaming. Did that serve you right? I'm not a
Servant right? I'm a peasant with a gun for a mouth
I'll shoot your face off I got every right, I was
Drowning off of hen, ill never see those eyes again honey

I just want
All of you
Our two dancing reflections
My sheets know your name
Your lipstick signs my mirror, you know
God does not believe you, yeah
the Devil wants you back
I just want
All of you
If you want
No please don't go
I just want
Anything you want
This a well this a still we living in
I just want
All of you
Our two dancing reflections
My sheets know your name
Your lipstick signs my mirror, you know
God does not believe you, yeah
The Devil wants you back

She a she-devil coming for your navel
Dressed in Prada boots and diamond piercings fucking fatal
Smokes that purple hazel she's got high expectations fuck your
Opal rings, this bitch needs opulent sensations
So many rocks (Rocks), Gucci amulets, ruby
Loui cigarettes she drinks straight down from goblets
Dressed in the same maroon lace the Rihanna gets
Blessed with the same lips that ex lady West wears
I swear her figure has me about to crash and swerve
I swear her attitude has me about to pray and swear
I don't answer to no cancer that she said
burned all my money down the gutter
Now I gotta gut her, but she's got me flooring the pedal
From all this head I be getting at these red lights
An upper and a heart hunter a fucking beheading
She an apple high you about to discover to hell your heading

I just want
All of you
Our two dancing reflections
My sheets know your name
Your lipstick signs my mirror, you know
God does not believe you, yeah
The Devil wants you back
I just want
All of you
If you want
No please don't go
I just want
Anything you want
This a well this a still we living in
I just want
All of you
Our two dancing reflections
My sheets know your name
Your lipstick signs my mirror, you know
God does not believe you, yeah
The Devil wants you back

I just waaaaantttt



Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Sidransky Meza
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