| I want her, I need her |
| I need her |
| I need a neater/Anita baker |
| Take her |
| Overseas have a sing a |
| Melody to, my heart |
| 'Til it bleeds from the diva, uh uh |
| First you take to the sky |
| And make me feel like i can fly |
| To let my down every single time |
| Wanting to have you, but having to want you |
| I can feel it 'til it burns |
| I get nothing in return |
| For my love, it hurts |
| Wanting to have you, but having to want you |
| Yeah, i want it, i want it, i need it, i need it |
| My stomach is hungry, i feed it, i feed it |
| I hunt it, i hunt it, i seek it, i seek it |
| I got it, now my hunger’s defeated |
| Ironic, that now my stomach’s depleted |
| Emptied of everything that was hunted and eaten |
| Lust, Sin, Death says it’s time for another feeding |
| Feeling hedonism is the only freedom for heathen |
| And that’s me and my baby |
| Maya kinda, driving me crazy |
| And i am delighting, in this craving |
| Anana nana, in this chasing |
| It escapes me |
| Fascanates me, entertains me |
| This bait keeps dangling |
| All in my face she’s entrancing |
| My fancy, i’m feeling Jamie and it takes me |
| I’m a F.A.N.A.T.I.C, fanatic |
| An addict, 'til i D.I.E |
| I grab at it |
| I thought i had it, dag it |
| Was smoking mirrors can’t see through these fogged up glasses |
| Thought i seen it clear, now i’m standing on a cliff |
| Finna dive low searching for that first high |
| That first try |
| That first look |
| That first dance was the first hook |
| Ever increasing searching forever decreasing pleasure |
| Obsession that seems so urgent, it always just leaves me desert |
| That’s dry and high, still on that cliff |
| Inside’s hitchhike, they need a lift |
| Crossing the seas for her |
| But i can’t desist |
| I see the assist |
| She’s my bliss |
| Terminal, but this sickness is exquisite i want it |
| But this sickness is exquisite i want it |
| I want it, i need it |
| (Cause the feeling’s so freeing |
| On the phone all the time |
| So you’re on my dome, on my mind |
| So i’m up coming off the dome when it’s time |
| Freestyling cause your style is so freeing |
| When i’m looking at the style am i and me and |
| Me and me and my baby |
| She driving me crazy |
| Dipping slow with the windows low |
| And we balling like give and go |
| I ain’t talking J like Givens though |
| I’m caught up in a bliss, i’m caught up in her kiss |
| I’m caught up in her lips, i’m caught up in her hips |
| I’m caught up in a prison |
| She’s enchanting |
| She’s enchained me |
| Jesse Pinkman to my Walter White |
| Reminding me what i’m building it could fall tonight |
| She said quietly |
| Frankly to tread lightly |
| Dang she bad |
| If you ain’t catch it man she breaking bad |
| You’ll never get better |
| A pleasureless pleasure, my girl |
| Eutopia the music in my soul |
| I’m losing control, in your world |
| You told me it will never get better |
| A pleasureless pleasure, my girl |
| Eutopia the music in my soul |
| I’m losing control, in your world |