The magic we make is breaking the sadness. Can we establish greatness between us without someone having to interrupting our lust? Must I trust you for you to continue? I must. I dug and dig. When I dug inside of your ditch, I simply felt that life was a bitch. And went harder and deeper. Then I lost energy. Then I lost enemies. Ya'll into me. Y'all intimately let me know intermittently you're smitten with me. Give me a kiss - It's free. No distance from you to me. Move smoothly, move quickly, when you get on this thing. Baby, do me

Can you do me like before? Like before... Life was pure
Can you love me like before? Like before, when life was pure
Life was pure

So many to choose from when it comes to lust. Are you #1? You're number's up. It's time for you to give into me. Make this a symphony. Kiss me, then wish to be with me while I'm inside of you. Do you get me? Such a distant wish. Love the different kiss, like Apple. Make you laugh, but the grapple is not a wish. Is that not obvious? I simply want to touch and make love
Then do music, then do the same stuff. Make love again, break up a hit, say "what?!" to it, then say what comes up in my lid. Then spray what comes up in my lips. Come on

Can you do me like before? Like before... Life was pure
Can you love me like before? Like before, when life was pure
Life was pure

Trust is leading to a lack of justice. But, fuck it, I don't know what trust is. And you love when I touch, don't you? Is it not too much? I could make you a butch, but then I gotta be clutch. And then get a honey Dutch. We get high, we have enough. This magic stuff is not meant for a sad "us." A Glad bag of stuff, toss all the sad stuff in there. After the snare comes the kick, rhythmically. After your vagina comes my dick. You come first, in one word: Us. And that's what's up. All I gotta do it touch you one more time. And let the track play just so you can wind

Can you do me like before? Like before... Life was pure
Can you love me like before? Like before, when life was pure
Life was pure