On Sight
Now, if I this model
And she just bleached her hole
And I get bleach on my T-shirt
I'ma feel like an hole
I was high when I met her
We was down in Tribeca
She'll get under your skin if you let her
She'll get under your skin if you— (Uh)
I don't even wanna talk about it
I don't even wanna talk about it
I don't even wanna say nothin'
Everybody gon' say somethin'
I'd be worried if they said nothin'
Remind me where I know you from
She lookin' like she owe you somethin'
You know just what we want
I wanna wake up with you in my—
Copyright © Kazuhara Miller | Year Posted 2022
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