We know u want it jus as much... So there's no need in lying about the feel of the touch... Go ahead n try n hide it if u can... Jus know we can sense that shit with an open hand... Welcomin u to a moment of submitting the game... Goin under the lights comin to life with the fame... U ain't gotta tell us shit bcuz ur jus like us... N when it goes down u to like to cuss... Don't fake the funk tryin to pretend ur better than ur own intensions... We're jus more obvious about the attraction upon ur dimension... Playin along like u ain't already thought about breakin us the fuck off... It's with that shit that interests gets lost... Stop actin like u don't know what u want bcuz u don't want us to know ur a fuckin freak as well... We're all feeling the same way of needing a lil help... Findin frustrations behind closed doors that must neva speak... Fuckin breathe... Wether if it's a finger or a jerk the boom jus ain't the same as feelin skin on skin... Crawling with the movement like let's get this shit in... Yeah, ur jus as fuckin dirty as we can't help but to be... Ur jus worried about ur image bcuz of the double standards won't let u be free... As we understand ur drip jus needs a lil tlc... N best believe we can relate to goin down to our knees... One on one comin through so those fantasies u hold can come to life... Jus imagine if I was to actually read ur fuckin mind... Tickle tickle it's fr bigger than a pickle... As the flow u play with only wants to release it's trickle... Shit, we'd even watch the batteries go dead... Only if we can somehow get u outta the mess in ur head...