$pw3r - The Vibes (feat. King Apo & $LIM)

They say a pictures worth a thousand words
So let me paint the picture
You and I
Sit in a smoky room
Sippin on some liquor
Wrestling between the sheets until were weak
Then I kiss you asleep
Silhouettes born from candles
Cry when I push too deep
Put it on ya
Can't ya see the bigger picture
You don't gotta be lonely
Ain't no need to apply the pressure
Bae, I know you on it
And when you ready for my love
Don't hesitate just call me
I'll be somewhere in the ocean
But I'll sail the 7 seas
for the treasure in your den of thieves
All them other niggas is not me
I come to please
And if you come along I'll sing you songs
And make you lust for me
And I'll give you all I got
Till you calling out come for me
Come for me
And I'll be on my way
They can't stop me bae
Ain't no mountain high enough just like Marvin say
And we could have a private party get the chardonnay
Just hold on I ain't far away

Loving all your features
And your flaws you really got me lost
Dippin' in your sauce
Tasting the sweetness your inner thoughts
And judos to your mother, boo
For having such an angel
your the demon when we getting loose
Fucking like we lovers
When its over then we back into it
Paint a perfect picture like Picasso when the love was fluent
Its just like making music
Teddy Pendergrass soothes the mood
While I roll the weed
Sips of apple juice and Hennessy
Then you pleasure me
I knew that I would get you from the start
It was destiny
Exploring different ranges of you r love howl in ecstasy
Can't really just be a G
You cracked the other side of me
Love won't let me wait
Its kind of major that you'd be with me

Sheesh
Make me holler hallelujah
Gotta give it to ya
God sure broke the mold when she put the soul into ya
I should praise your producer
Choosy lover I should choose her
Between The Sheets I Isley groove her
Anita Baker playin
Put a bun in the oven
Give it all I got I'm not playin
Must be committed or something
These players smiling, but they frontin
We cooling out in the back
When it hit the fan we observing how these suckers react
Temperature rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
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Temperature rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
Rising
Rising

Written by:
Kelvin Spears, Sean Johnson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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