Texty

It's a pleasure of mine to let you know that we really grow It's a pleasure of mine to let you know that I really know I ain't here to waste time, waste time No, I don't waste yours It's a lesson of mine to let you know that I really know So, hey, sleep well, babe You can stay at my place My bed is your bed Your head is my head You don't ever have to worry no more 'Cause we been there We been there, we been there Even on a late night I can meet you half way (I can meet you, meet you) We could be in a corner store We could make it our way (I can meet you, meet you) Getting tired on the ten five Once we find out it was speed Everything say perfect timing, perfect timing Baby, timing Say your grace 'fore you lay down Peace of mind so we fine when we together It's like a sweet breeze, a sweet breeze I never have to wait no more I got just what I need, yeah Find out, sweet thing, find out, sweet thing Find out, find out, sweet thing, find out Sweet thing, find out Told you I would find out Later we will find out Pretty nights in the same place, try to come anew Ain't no need for the old ways, we could come up brand new Trip out for a second, feel it (Same height, from same height, height on that ceiling) New thing, man, I feel known now You the one that I'm about, one that I'm about, yeah Sweet move, a sweet thing, a sweet me, a sweet you Sweet move, a sweet thing, a sweet me, a sweet you Oh, sweet you, yeah Sweet you, sweet you, a sweet you Sweet you
Writer(s): Andrew Compton, Marie Louise Compton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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