Big Fat Tony - Low Light

In the low light
In the low light
In the
In the
In the low
In the low light
Chilling in the low light
In the
In the
Our love forbidden fruit
But we stay sinning
Grinning with a sweet tooth
Hidden in the low light
Body like a goddess
Work of art
Swear it God given
Got me swimming
In that angelic glow
For your touch
I been a low life
Nothing else matters
Girl pick up the phone
Come over to the casa
Ain't nobody gotta know
What happens after the pasta
Hit the bedroom, turn the lights low
Hit the dimmer switch
Your eyes start to shimmer
Room starts to simmer
Skipping dinner
Got this itch to make you twitch
Your stare a gift like it's the twenty-fifth of December
Taste those lips
Sweet as licorice off the liquor
Hit your line
Love sick
I'm vying for your permission
Sticking to the recipe
Rinse and repeat
Shower you in my attention my intention everytime we meet
No need to be discrete
High key
I been dying on my knees
Trying to get you in the low light
Aye
Never had a girl make me feel this way
Never thought I'd ever get this feeling in my whole life
Yeah
Yeah
In the low light
In the
In the
In the low
In the low light
Chilling in the low light
In the
In the
Our love forbidden fruit
But we stay sinning
Grinning wide with a sweet tooth
Hidden in the low light
Body like a goddess
Work of art
Swear it God given
Got me swimming
In that angelic glow
For your touch
Babe
I been a low life
Nothing else matters
Girl pick up the phone
Come over to the casa
Ain't nobody gotta know
What happens after the pasta
Hit the bedroom, turn the lights low
Eyes wide shut
Curtains open
Que the mistro
So high strung
Let me kiss up on your thighs
Whoa
So fine
The divine couldn't intervene
Always on my conscience
Wouldn't compromise till I call you mine
No lie
Baby girl when you drop it
You got me locked in no other option but to get behind
And as I've heard, all is fair in love and war
Explains why we ducking for covers every time we getting bombed
Still got a couple hours till the sun rise
I could have you screaming when I eat you out of house and home
Really though girl
Your moans are music
Come on beautiful
Let's make a song and turn them lights low
Yeah
Yeah
In the low light
In the
In the
In the low
In the low light
Chilling in the low light
In the
In the
Yeah
Yeah
In the low light
In the
In the
In the low
In the low light
Chilling in the low light
In the
In the

Written by:
Anthony DeRose

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