Days

Wish I seen you on the weekdays
A kiss I dream of on the reply
I'm for
And me for you babe
But don't approach me now I'm moody
Follow me into the deep end
I want your love I don't want to be friends
Want your touch so I don't need to pretend
Is this tough love? the reason why we ain't speaking
Hope you round on my best and worst days
Hope you down not to go to work next Thursday

(Summers coming round)
(Summers coming round)

Coconut oil on my scalp
Your hands in my fro
Girl let them words out your mouth
Movement ain't enough
Hands in my fro
Girl let them words out your mouth
Visit the burbs for your house

Just so I know
I love you
I need you right now
Just so I can hold you

Wish I seen you on the weekdays
A kiss I dream of on the replay
I'm for
And me for you babe
But don't approach me now I'm moody
Follow me into the deep end
I want your love I don't want to be friends
Want your touch so I don't need to pretend
Is it tough love? the reason why we ain't speaking

Is it the reason why
We ain't speaking?
How you always remember?
Why it rain in December?
I don't know why it rains in the summer



Credits
Writer(s): Baro Sarka
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