Lyrics

So he say he like vanilla cream Took you long enough just to notice me Fingers trace my body say I'm poetry You really loving all my geometry Yeah Well pardon my French Pardon my banter Bitch like to talk When I speak you answer Slyer than a panther Learned it from being a dancer Lot of shit It can't be planned for Therefore The way that stunt I make it look easy Bitter ass bitches They could never be me Hating ass dudes They could never please me So hit the blunt Now I'm faded and wheezy I might be my very own species Soaking in the tub while I'm eating fettuccine I don't need to tell you it's creamy Talk about freaky I'm a little cheeky I'm a little sweetie Give you diabetes Talking about you need me The I roll out in my iced-out Heelys Yeah Skrt skrt It's a process Why you actin like I ain't got some options How the fuck you draw me in box when You're the one who puts up all these walls Damn Damn Damn So he say he like vanilla cream Took you long enough just to notice me Fingers trace my body say I'm poetry You really loving all my geometry Yeah He told me hang it's a process Why you actin' like I ain't got some options How the fuck you draw me in box when You the one who puts up all these walls, Damn Damn Damn Well they come and go But I'm the one that gets to stick around The River coming with the flow That is where the love is found Now we be speaking different Feeling I got pieces missing I know what I said won't mention Late night cooking in the kitchen Thinking about you Thinking about me Thinking about us Thinking about we Thinking about futures what we could be Am I this stupid what do I need Trying to fucking fight cupid and the shit he weaves Realize it's useless, got a prophecy Real life fantasy Yeah vanilla cream Keeping my dreams in focus Get what I want you know this Charging fees that's a bonus Saying I'm fake, That's bogus Want a real love Won't say how you feel tho Won't win a game off of field goals I need something real oh Real oh oh So he say he like vanilla cream Took you long enough just to notice me Fingers trace my body say I'm poetry You really loving all my geometry Yeah He told me hang it's a process Why you actin' like I ain't got some options How the fuck you draw me in box when You the one who puts up all these walls, Damn Damn Damn How the fuck you draw me in a box when Your the one who puts up all the walls damn Fingers trace my body say I'm So he say he like vanilla cream Oh oh oh
Writer(s): Alexis Coose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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