Radiant Spice

Fire Pink

Endless and Heaven

She Loves I'm A Dancer

Summer Classic

Lyrics 

Yeah…
Lights low, voice low, bullshit even lower…
Fuck it, run it.

HOOK
Shawty hit my line, said she miss that feel,
Told her slide around two, keep your Uber sealed.
City lights smear on the glass when I drift,
Heart still numb but my hands on her hips.
I talk soft, but I live that shit,
Moonlight glow off her thighs in the whip.
She said “you a problem,” I said “maybe, bitch,”
But you still come back when you need that fix.
Yeah, you still come back when you need that fix.

VERSE 1
I’ve been on edge, don’t push me tonight,
Been losing my head but I still look right.
Pretty lil’ demon with the blue-green eyes,
Acts polite in the day, gets filthy at night.
She know I’m cold, but she love that shit,
Says it hits different when I’m talkin’ my shit.
Told her, “Pull up sober,” she pulled up drunk,
Saying she don’t love me but she still wanna fuck.

Toxic bitch, but she fine as hell,
Throw hands in the club then lie to herself.
Late-night texts like “I hate you, cunt,”
Then she show up at mine tryna sit on the front.
I don’t chase hoes, I let hoes chase me,
I’m the glitch in her brain that she can’t delete.
She said, “You ain’t shit,” I said, “Facts, that’s me,”
But you still fall apart when I touch that V.

PRE-CHORUS
She like slow kisses, fast lies, bedroom crimes,
Hands on her waist, both bodies in time.
Every time she leave, she swear it’s the last,
But she back next week with her hair pulled back.

HOOK
Shawty hit my line, said she miss that feel,
Told her slide around two, keep your Uber sealed.
City lights smear on the glass when I drift,
Heart still numb but my hands on her hips.
I talk soft, but I live that shit,
Moonlight glow off her thighs in the whip.
She said “you a problem,” I said “maybe, bitch,”
But you still come back when you need that fix.
Yeah, you still come back when you need that fix.

VERSE 2
Smoke in the air, can’t see straight, fuck it,
She want love, but I don’t do that subject.
Still let her ride, backseat turns public,
Neighbors hate me, but the walls can’t judge it.

She said, “Why you play me?” I said, “I don’t, babe,”
“You just love the thrill of a bitch you can’t save.”
I’m the bad habit she swore she’d quit,
But she relapse quick when she taste my lips.
I’m the late-night thought she can’t shake off,
The reason her phone stay on do-not-talk.
She wears my hoodie, says it smell like sin,
Says she hates how good it feels on her skin.

I ruin her plans, her morals, her week,
She ruin my sheets, my calm, my sleep.
She say she want space but she never leave,
‘Cause no other boy make her weak like me.

BRIDGE
She loves when I talk in that low-tone whisper,
Hand on her throat just enough to blister.
Hair in my fingers, legs on my chest,
She says, “You the worst,” while she moans, “Fuck, yes.”

HOOK 
Shawty hit my line, said she miss that feel,
Told her slide ’round two, keep it all concealed.
Night’s too young and the city too big,
But she always shrink down when she ride this dick.
Yeah I talk soft, but I move like this,
Indie boy heart with a trap-ass twist.
She said “you a problem,” I said “maybe, bitch,”
But you still come back when you need that fix.

Hit my line



Alan Sugaya

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