coffee (fucking)

i wish i could paint our love

these moments and vibrant hues

wordplay

turns in to gun play

and gun play turns into pillow talk

and pillow talk turns into sweet dreams

sweet dreams turns into fucking in the morning

we talk street art and sarcasm

crass humour and high fashion

peach color

moon glistens

the plot thickens

as we laugh over shot guns and tongue kisses

bubble bath

truth or dare

and would you rather

a cold flame

the thrill of no shame

drugs

sex

and polaroids

pick a star in the sky

we could both say goodbye all night

i wish i could paint our love

these moments and vibrant hues

wordplay

turns in to gun play

and gun play turns into pillow talk

and pillow talk turns into sweet dreams

sweet dreams turns into fucking in the morning

fucking in the morning

i don't wanna wake you

i just wanna watch you sleep

it's the smell of your hair

and it's the way that we feel

i've never felt comfortable like this

ay we back though

the sun's still there

look

good morning baby

didn't mean to wake you

but the buy-in is your precious time and my temptation

never mind that

i guess i'll climb the ladder later

'less you try and put your back on me then i'ma take it

what is this

macchiato you tasting?

caffeinated your body

i swear that y'all only stay up

grab a towel

she need it

now she open again

she say my stroke is a scone

i let that soak in her bean

wassup with it

ok what's really good

i never know your bad side until you show your good

ok what's up with it? just let me set the mood

she said she don't on the first night

the morning wood

we talk recent movies and old tunes

emulate 50 shades over jodeci grooves

but i'm joking

i'm tryna sing your body that notion

if nobody throw me a float

then i'ma drown in the ocean

come and take this work

fuck around and be late to work

as the conversation fades let's play you hang up first"