50 Shades of Tan. Lyrics

Me & you been naked the last 12 hours, I think it's bout time we put some clothes on, you feel me?

Not yet?

Lingerie don't een do your type of body justice

Kick me outta the museum, do what you do, i'm touchin

Fuckin witchu you gon make niggas miss out on they blessings,

Breakin commandments, cause witchu

It's just too much lusting

Government names, back-scratching, & a lotta cussin

Moaning, percussion, candle scents & not too much discussion

We could talk after, but it'll prolly be some more seduction

Bout the rematch clause, cause the next round

Station, you punished

It ain't gon be no runnin

Just a whole lotta cumin

You might as well go text your friends you prolly free next Sunday

It ain't no point in frontin

You ont een like brunches

Mimosa ain't gon eat you out,

So i think fuck that function

See what I'm sayin?

Fuck you thought you was goin?

Say

Me & you been naked I say what, like 13 hours?

Bae go hit dat shower

I'll get you a towel

Put that water how you like it, pressure on a thousand

You wash my back, I'll wash your back

We'll call it looking out &,

Who am I kidding?

Acting like we'd keep our hands to self when we in distance

Who said we would? I know i didn't

It's just not right to be resistant

What is life without you in it?

What is Christ without the sinners for whom he died by Crucifixion?

Me without you

For context, who is Martin without slavery?

Barca without Messi? Israelites if God wasn't saving em

Years without no calendars to tell you which what day it is

Toronto without Drake, the Hardy Boyz if Jeff ain't take it dere

I'm Station

So basically all in all, the fact to the matter & perspective that I'm tryn provide to you is

If you leave this house, ima die

You want me to die?

You want me to die?

Wahala