Attractions
Her troubles and her problems
Her troubles and her
Her troubles and her problems
Her troubles and her
There's couple ways to solve 'em
There's couple of 'em
There's dozen of 'em common
But bitches ain't one
She barely fits her clothes
She's living by no codes
I met her on the phone
The sheets is where we go
I clap for all my strokes
She wrapped me like a
She wrapped me like a pole
She has me by the soul
She stuck some lights onto her walls but darkness creeps in lows
The circles hanging on her walls are guiding her to home
On her then she on me and a few more smoother poses
Poses, poses
Her troubles and her problems
Her troubles and her
Her troubles and her problems
Her troubles and her
There's couple ways to solve 'em
There's couple of 'em
There's dozen of 'em common
But bitches ain't one
Glamour
She's amorous
She's lucid in her mandate
Under her umbrella, she a good girl getting badder
I showed some fucking manners, she sent poses from her cameras
She drew me like a canvas, I think this ain't propaganda
I'm falling every second, I'm falling every
Was running every second, was running from it
I'm falling every second, I'm falling every
Was running every second, was running from it
Her troubles and her
Her troubles and her problems
Her troubles and her
There's couple ways to solve 'em
There's couple of 'em
There's dozen of 'em common
But bitches ain't one
She barely fits her clothes
She's living by no codes
I met her on the phone
The sheets is where we go
I clap for all my strokes
She wrapped me like a
She wrapped me like a pole
She has me by the soul
She stuck some lights onto her walls but darkness creeps in lows
The circles hanging on her walls are guiding her to home
On her then she on me and a few more smoother poses
Poses, poses
Her troubles and her problems
Her troubles and her
Her troubles and her problems
Her troubles and her
There's couple ways to solve 'em
There's couple of 'em
There's dozen of 'em common
But bitches ain't one
Glamour
She's amorous
She's lucid in her mandate
Under her umbrella, she a good girl getting badder
I showed some fucking manners, she sent poses from her cameras
She drew me like a canvas, I think this ain't propaganda
I'm falling every second, I'm falling every
Was running every second, was running from it
I'm falling every second, I'm falling every
Was running every second, was running from it
Credits
Writer(s): Harpreet Singh, Manav Sharma
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