Creative Hour
You stay putting me onto good music
Chilling in the loft
Just got out of work now you want to draw
Paint a picture so vivid
We ain't never saw this coming
Yet we made it this far
I could never see you running off
Take a letter, take a number
I'm a see you when the time comes
Bring you to the front when our time's done
Side hug, sigh, shrug
See you later girl
I'm out to make this paper girl, ugh
Fresh head when I'm on it
Fresh head in the morning
Flesh, legs like a puzzle on the bed
Let me hands do the talking
On your waist, keep pulling
Smell the fresh dew like the morning paper, girl
Would you ride for me
Ride for me
Would you follow me
Follow me to a destination that's unclear
Empty-handed but the love for you so real
Trading in for another, I tell 'em no deal
I can hardly sit still, ugh
Carbon copies need to iron out their mental
Pad and my pen or your book and your pencil
We side by side in these trying times
Sing your praises out loud
As it rings true for you now
Fresh head when I'm on it
Fresh head in the morning
Flesh laid out on the bedroom floor
Follow me until we die
I could be the man you ride for
Be the man that you adore, uh huh
But would you ride for me
Ride for me
Would you follow me
Say you would call me
Chilling in the loft
Just got out of work now you want to draw
Paint a picture so vivid
We ain't never saw this coming
Yet we made it this far
I could never see you running off
Take a letter, take a number
I'm a see you when the time comes
Bring you to the front when our time's done
Side hug, sigh, shrug
See you later girl
I'm out to make this paper girl, ugh
Fresh head when I'm on it
Fresh head in the morning
Flesh, legs like a puzzle on the bed
Let me hands do the talking
On your waist, keep pulling
Smell the fresh dew like the morning paper, girl
Would you ride for me
Ride for me
Would you follow me
Follow me to a destination that's unclear
Empty-handed but the love for you so real
Trading in for another, I tell 'em no deal
I can hardly sit still, ugh
Carbon copies need to iron out their mental
Pad and my pen or your book and your pencil
We side by side in these trying times
Sing your praises out loud
As it rings true for you now
Fresh head when I'm on it
Fresh head in the morning
Flesh laid out on the bedroom floor
Follow me until we die
I could be the man you ride for
Be the man that you adore, uh huh
But would you ride for me
Ride for me
Would you follow me
Say you would call me
Credits
Writer(s): Raymond White Iv
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