love, move, feel
Wonder what it's like at your house
Baby won't you let me find out
That don't even mean you're mine now
I just don't wanna forget how to
Love, move, feel
Sometimes it feels like nothing's real
Nothing's real
But you impress me
A man that does that's sexy
Don't be shy, go ahead and text me
Either way I'll probably see you next week
On a rooftop, or a jet-ski
When I'm round you, it's like I can't speak
Now you can't speak, gotta go but
Do your thing though
Know you know how I
Only fuck with whores and I
Surely need some more cause I'm
Spoiled to the core, won't you
Suck it til it's sore, ah, ah
Baby I need more, ah, ah
Let me come on tour, ah, I
Heard you got a show out in
Boston, so what's popping
We could do that, I could make it
You could bend me, papi break it
I'm a bad girl, I'ma take it
It's a small world, not mistaken
Don't be faking like you don't know
I'm the best here, I'm the best here, I
Wonder what it's like at your house
Baby won't you let me find out
That don't even mean you're mine now
I just don't wanna forget how to
Love, move, feel
Sometimes it feels like nothing's real
Nothing's real
Love, move, feel
Sometimes it feels like nothing's real
Nothing's real
Love, move, feel
Sometimes it feels like nothing's real
Nothing's real
Baby won't you let me find out
That don't even mean you're mine now
I just don't wanna forget how to
Love, move, feel
Sometimes it feels like nothing's real
Nothing's real
But you impress me
A man that does that's sexy
Don't be shy, go ahead and text me
Either way I'll probably see you next week
On a rooftop, or a jet-ski
When I'm round you, it's like I can't speak
Now you can't speak, gotta go but
Do your thing though
Know you know how I
Only fuck with whores and I
Surely need some more cause I'm
Spoiled to the core, won't you
Suck it til it's sore, ah, ah
Baby I need more, ah, ah
Let me come on tour, ah, I
Heard you got a show out in
Boston, so what's popping
We could do that, I could make it
You could bend me, papi break it
I'm a bad girl, I'ma take it
It's a small world, not mistaken
Don't be faking like you don't know
I'm the best here, I'm the best here, I
Wonder what it's like at your house
Baby won't you let me find out
That don't even mean you're mine now
I just don't wanna forget how to
Love, move, feel
Sometimes it feels like nothing's real
Nothing's real
Love, move, feel
Sometimes it feels like nothing's real
Nothing's real
Love, move, feel
Sometimes it feels like nothing's real
Nothing's real
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Carroll, Lexa Gates, Matt Molleta
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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