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