333in Lyrics

I see life in 3's & right through you

Roll my spliff how I keep my thang ou

We bouta go fuck for the pleasure

So learn my body then by the rules

Arch my back roll my hips as you hit it

Fuck yeah you getting me loose

Spilling my cream on your joystick

Cuz my soul vibin' with you

You playing right chords,

Hit the pedal then make that shit loop

Stroking, composing, melodies for hours

Yeah.. we do what we do

Sex with you just like making hit records

We flow easy and do what we do

Desperate to get away from life's problems until we run outta fuel

I'm straddling him

He spreads me wide

His face in my chest

Hand on my essence

He taking his time

I stare at the door, waiting with hope

For someone to walk in and bust us

So that we can give 'em a show

Then every few days, we take a break

Cuz yuh beat it up til I'm sore and you on that 9-5 wave

But then I get those cravings again

And you come around

With all that finesse and of course I cave

So we travel at dark

Acting like we're old friends

Then our waists begin to rock & swing to them old negro hymns

And the cycle repeats

He's all on my skin

He spreads me wide

His face in my chest

And his hand is dripping

With

My

Essence