I've been thinking for an hour 'bout that minute that we had on the phone

The little things you say to make me wish you were on your way home

But your running away, oh no

You might be better away

But I still feel real close

Figure me like a **** feeling sexual

The testosterone, it won't let me loose and yes

I suppose the best resolution that's possible

Is to drop your clothes, drop the remote, don't stop this show, rock the boat, [playing and I got time to flute]

But it's a time to drum not a time that...

Hesitated, dissipated, [never a part that went up on me is elevated], your heart has been pumping like an elephant stomping

The tempo be like a stampede

Feeling like I can't breathe

But I hate your breathing deeply

And the reason being we are a species that needs to be pleased

Like please

I don't mind if we heathens

I don't mind if we feeling like Gods of the universe, but we just peas in a pod

And these B's that I'm eating

And I want to be starting something 'cuz you a vegetable

You don't want to move when I'm next to you

So come close, get gross with it

A surplus of income, like in come's me and then come

Come on

Thinking for an hour 'bout that minute that we had on the phone

The little things you say to make me wish you were on your way home

But your running away, oh no

You might be better away

But I still feel real close