Bitter sleep, summer street Looks at me and she bleats out a streak This just she got her weed But not a bong, whos we all just want a little piece of release? Comfort me and cum for me
I she just might be the one
Now we sleep deep under With what's going Who was she, or who was he? Who reaped the benefit of love this whats it Since I neither fuck it, or cover it Id rather it
To to where it goes Cause come to where it goes And when it to where it goes Well then it away
If it looks just like it, it smells like it, it felt just like it Well, then, it might be the one Well, if it looked just like it, it felt just it, you melt just like it And, then, it just be the one
(She just be the one, She just be the one, She just be the one, Just be the one)
It just like echoes, it goes like echoes, it goes just echoes, it goes just like a
Cause she comes to where it goes Cause it will to where it goes And it comes to where it goes Well then it just like its told
Sally slipped again in deep with was not a thing of you to love You lied all this time we alone Sleeping in the end Now we are dead but now time ... delivers in the memories got the medicine.
to looks just it Smells just it It felt just it You might buy it
If it just like it It sucks just it It just like it then is got to be the one
You me here You own me only here