sweet talk* (feat. daash)

On my way, to see your face
Make it a date if that's okay
Alway cross my mind but never look both ways
Staring at the clock
Angel numbers saying that we should just talk
Put a lock, on my heart right from the start
Vango painting a work of-
She got that short, short skirt
But she never likes to flirt
The type to keep it to herself, so she don't put me through the hurt
Tell her, "girl, you don't know what you missing"
Keeping your distance
Time and place, we can just kick it
What's the difference
If I'm so addicted
Like oh, would you be so kind?
Hand up on your thigh I wouldn't mind,
If your lips were on mine
Shoot my shot at you, no cupid, stupid
If you say no, I'm ruined, ruthless
Gimme your hand, "Teen Romance"
Gimme a chance
Stalling out, just like a sweet slow dance
Shawty just gimme your face
You can come over my place
My hand on your cheek
And my lips on your lips
I'll pull you right in
We hug and we kiss
Girl, I only want you in my bed and it's queen-sized
When I get you off of me, you giving me them mean-eyes
In between thighs, just like before
Moving up and down, like we just got up on the seesaw
Girl, it's past your bedtime
Yeah, I'm six feet deep, you is "dead" fine
Always wear the panties I like
Black thread type
Shawty gimme head at the mother-fucking red light
She just wanna piece of me
But she won't get a bite
She begging and pleading like she abouta start a fight
Imma treat you right
I bend down to hug you to see from your height
Den I'm flipping you over so I can see you from your backside
Hand over your stomach, pull you closer cause I'm that nice
Well I know, spin you like vinyl
Beat that p-"hey, look" up, until that shawty singing high notes
But on some sweet shit, you my one and only
You my everything, so without you I feel so lonely
Sweet talking out my mouth, make you blush
Pick you up from your house, you don't even have to fuss, uh
Take my time with you, you mean the most
And I wanna show (And I wanna)
How I would just always keep you close (Keep you close)
Girl, You're my ghost (Girl you're my ghost)
Dig your nails, into my chest
Hickeys all on your neck and your breasts
All make sure that you, know you the best
Getting undressed