Girl, I don't wanna talk too much I just wanna see your naked truth I wanna call you up sometimes Whenever you cross my mind I know you remember when we used to be more than friends I know that was way back when But can we fuck again? Ain't no secret,

Mark my words, I won't back down You know nothing, when you tell me That I worship a fabricated story in the sky Throwing away decency because you can't grasp The life of peace and the voice of potency Your words are wasted on me I feel His breath and

Wash my hands of this You know they're gonna burn it down You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Baby's born on a bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry When they ask you'll say 'it isn't

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I