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• Artiste: Lucky Daye
• Titre: God Body
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We don't know what we doin' Oh, we jump to these conclusions The thought that we could lose it all We search for sweet confusion Like, baby, you should call All of these charades All up in your head A good heart, bad timing Bright lights, too blinding Too lost, no finding And we fall like dominoes No trick, more treat Sweet butter like shea Free me, nirvana God body thang when we touchin' (You know what love is about) Vibrant thing when we crushin' (Uh, yeah, and that's why you got the key to my house) Baby, when we freak (Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah, I'm movin' 'em out) When you gonna bless me, bless me with your love? (Uh, yeah, 'cause I know what your love is about) God body thang, babe Just tell me I'm invited Oh, so bad at keeping quiet You feel it through the silence, oh No reason we should fight it Like all of this you want Nothing in the way More than just a phase A good heart, bad timing Bright lights, too blinding Too lost, no finding And we fall like dominoes No trick, more treat Sweet butter like shea Free me, nirvana God body thang when we touchin' (You know what love is about) Vibrant thing when we crushin' (Uh, yeah, and that's why you got the key to my house) Baby, when we freak (Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah, I'm movin' 'em out) When you gonna bless me, bless me with your love? (Uh, yeah, 'cause I know what your love is about) God body thang, babe God body thang when we touchin' (You know what love is about) Vibrant thing when we crushin' (Yeah, uh, and that's why you got the key to my house) Baby, when we freak (Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah, I'm movin' 'em out) When you gonna bless me, bless me with your love? (Uh, yeah, 'cause I know what your love is about) God body thang, babe God body-ody, oh my God I gamble with my heart, she want that slide Might be her lucky day, took seven shots Let's go to the Bellagio and collide She cut on that Kehlani and start to climb on me And we in here climaxin' and matchin' the moment Roll up on you in the morning like I do my weed, baby I know what I want and you more like a need, baby (Yeah, this shit for you, yeah) (Yeah, this shit for you, yeah)