Take It Easy (feat. Terrell Morris)
If its trouble that you're?
Baby give me signs
Ill tell you what we should do
On the coldest summer nights,
Driving hand between your thighs
My love, i think were onto something
Get up im on
Tell me im wrong
Theres nothing like this feeling that im under
I think im caving in
The lights are growing dim
Kill the lights,
And come a little closer
Feeling copper on my throat,
Dripping honey on my toe,
Cuz ima take my time, take it easy
Going wild feeling you
Making eyes across the room
Theres no prayer to keep from going under
Holding onto you,
Summer loving blue,
Lets drive, make something of the nighttime,
Making lies i cant commit
? See the fingertip
Kill the lights, come a little closer
Gold around your throat,
Blowing cold October smoke,
You make me fill up with fire
4 become a 5, 5 became a 6
You take me
You take me higher
Where the rose sits on the thorns,
And the close is feeling close,
I like the fire
Turn this broken hall of bones
You could show me what you know
You?
I slide my hand through your thighs at the Ritz
And you know the vibe we go live indirect
And we play with cameras she slides you her rent
Baby give me signs
Ill tell you what we should do
On the coldest summer nights,
Driving hand between your thighs
My love, i think were onto something
Get up im on
Tell me im wrong
Theres nothing like this feeling that im under
I think im caving in
The lights are growing dim
Kill the lights,
And come a little closer
Feeling copper on my throat,
Dripping honey on my toe,
Cuz ima take my time, take it easy
Going wild feeling you
Making eyes across the room
Theres no prayer to keep from going under
Holding onto you,
Summer loving blue,
Lets drive, make something of the nighttime,
Making lies i cant commit
? See the fingertip
Kill the lights, come a little closer
Gold around your throat,
Blowing cold October smoke,
You make me fill up with fire
4 become a 5, 5 became a 6
You take me
You take me higher
Where the rose sits on the thorns,
And the close is feeling close,
I like the fire
Turn this broken hall of bones
You could show me what you know
You?
I slide my hand through your thighs at the Ritz
And you know the vibe we go live indirect
And we play with cameras she slides you her rent
Credits
Writer(s): Vic Mizzy, Irving Taylor, Albert De Bru
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