White Shoes

Glitter, white shoes, and a scene of something sweet at the end
Hit the right moves got me seeing something sweet in the air
You sink me so down low, I'm sinning again
Get your glitter white shoes, and I'm seeing something sweeter again

Don't take me home
My whistleblowing
This tempo not enough
Don't make me go
My misses coming up
Since you don't know me, I like my manners in the mud
My women phony, I come with masses in a mush

With spices on me, she got this special kind of touch
Mean her hand is holy, it's like her brain is coming up
Receiving solo, I keep my senses in my head
Like misses dolo, don't get me reckless in this bed
'Cause now you know me I get you seeing then it's
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me, go and get your-

Glitter, white shoes, and a scene of something sweet at the end
Hit the right moves got me seeing something sweet in the air
You sink me so down low, I'm sinning again
Get your glitter white shoes, and I'm seeing something sweeter again

So down low, I'm sinning again
So down low, I'm sinning again
So down low, I'm sinning again
So down low, I'm sinning again



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Archibald Horowitz, Eddie Leipod
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