'Cause I'm on fire We don't run, run, run Can I get an amen I had to struggle to be gracious Now we can touch it We can taste it Can I get a little amen? No more running from the hangman

Taste what's mine 'Cause you so fucking outta line Forever letting them taste what's mine You so fucking outta line The smile on your face the only thing I can't read Left and now you back inside my life All that shit you told me, I believed It's gon'

The aftertaste I know there's nothing that I can do to make you stay But one thing I know that will always remain And that's the aftertaste Don't break, don't fade While we're not real, we're never too late Make time, it won’t hurt Said I’ll go now, but

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the

Visions, that keep stirring my soul Visions, that will never grow old Sweet baby I had some visions of you If I can't have it all just a taste will do Go ahead and live all your fantasies (Don't you ever think about the other side) Helps you get from

Wasted on each other We can try to stop this bruising, we can be like novacaine There's a high we keep on choosing, we don't wanna change it Everybody calls us foolish, they don't know how foolish tastes Every time we try to fight it, we just end up

And freedom tastes of reality An' I'm waiting for you to follow me How can we follow? If I told you what it takes To reach the highest high You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple' But you've been told many times before Messiahs pointed to the door

Can I live? Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing Probably cause I never could, said if I had it, never would Then I got my first little taste of paper And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge This is The Boondocks I swear yo I’m like

You say our love Is like dynamite Well you're killing me Why don't you just set me free Too young to fall in love Run for the hills We're both sinners and saints Not a woman but a whore I can just taste the hate

You can touch me with slow hands If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth, baby I would do Just what I want to There's only one thing left for us to do Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland,