Jon Bap Close Lyrics

I've been thinking for an hour 'bout that minute that we had on the phone
The little things you say to make me wish you were on your way home
But your running away, oh no
You might be better away
But I still feel real close

Figure me like a nigga feeling sexual
The testosterone, it won't let me loose and yes
I suppose the best resolution that's possible
Is to drop your clothes, drop the remote, don't stop this show, rock the boat, [playing and I got time to flute]

But it's a time to drum not a time that...
Hesitated, dissipated, [never a part that went up on me is elevated], your heart has been pumping like an elephant stomping

The tempo be like a stampede

Feeling like I can't breathe But I hate your breathing deeply
And the reason being we are a species that needs to be pleased
Like please
I don't mind if we heathens
I don't mind if we feeling like Gods of the universe, but we just peas in a pod
And these B's that I'm eating
And I want to be starting something 'cuz you a vegetable
You don't want to move when I'm next to you
So come close, get gross with it
A surplus of income, like in come's me and then come
Come on

Thinking for an hour 'bout that minute that we had on the phone
The little things you say to make me wish you were on your way home
But your running away, oh no
You might be better away
But I still feel real close

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