Sweater weather

Ooh Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Shea Butter Baby, fucking up your pillow Touch me, take me, kiss me Love me, depress me Pull up, black truck, ganja Wrist so blinding, heart so timeless Wishing, you could meet me, see me, free me You lost in the shape of my hips Out there is a moon If you really down, we can find it Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Out there is a moon (Oh, oh, oh, oh) And if you really down we can find it Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can Shea Butter Baby, fucking up your pillow Shea Butter Baby, fucking up your sheets (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) You've crossed my mind, a thousand times The cost was finе, I draw the line I'm back, relapsе, I'm fiending Yes, what's that? The fact, I'm dreaming Coconut oil, the scent of your body still lingers on sheets I got a shot at you, you wouldn't reach Cock back, cock back, trigger release Pop that top, take a sip of your holiest water I know I'm a part of your flow now See when you cut her, don't matter you love her And now you got part of her soul, now I ain't know then, but I know now Apologies due, the one and the few The ones I been through, but never loved you I pray you found peace and you home now I'm doin' better, I got me a chocolate bar Climbin' on top of the bar Think of the shape of the liquor The places you only gonna lick when you rock with her forever You lost in the shape of my hips Out there is a moon And if you really down, we can find it Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Out there is a moon (Oh, oh, oh, oh) And if you really down we can find it Lost in an alley, make love Shea Butter Baby, fucking up your pillow (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer) Shea Butter Baby, fucking up your sheets (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer)