W O N ‘ T T A K E L O N G
Might've told you that you're blinkin' as an odd bloom way before spring. Called you, chillin', called you, not an accident, Not a hotline, not even takin' you back home with me. Oh, i, i, i feel fine not feelin' anything. Not even pickin' a reason for you to come a little closer, babe. Yeah, it ain't the time to open your eyes. 'Cause you know when we both get lost, it won't take long. Drivin' mid-shift down to your crib just to talk some shit, tell you my day's a little long. Did you just punch your lips hard up against me? Tastin' like your peonies. You remind me that you're free. Oh, it feels good that you could mean something to me. I wonder if you're down. Yeah, it feels good that it doesn't have to be something. Yeah, it ain't the time to write any rhymes 'Cause we know that when all is gone, it won't take long.
