B.L.T.

Hello, you must be the man that's fucking my wife
Come on in, she made sandwiches
Shake when I'm into you
Thread my needs for you
Fake the way you feel
I don't care if it's real

Loving you is easy
When I put it in you
Close my eyes and try not to think about it
Your husband in the corner masticating on a sandwich
A sandwich that you made him
Fuck, now I'm thinking 'bout him hold up

Shake when I'm into you
Thread my needs for you
Fake the way you feel
I don't care if it's real

I don't wanna have you calling
You are only good at talking
If you're at my place keep walking straight
Your saving grace is laced with hate
Fucking like I'm out of school
Fucking hate your attitude
Way to fucking kill the mood
You want to stick this dick in you

Shake when I'm into you
Thread my needs for you
Fake the way you feel
I don't care if it's real
Keep my name to yourself
There's no one you can tell
I don't have a clue
If you feel it too
I don't know how to feel
Take what you want from me



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Garcia
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