More songs by Teyana Taylor
Description
Composer, Producer: Carrington Brown
Producer: @Flippa123
Producer: Dre Butterz
Programming Engineer, Producer, Recording Engineer: Mixx
Producer: Kristian Rose
Producer: Chad "Makii Beats" Opperman
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Teyana Taylor
Mixing Engineer: Sean Solymar #MWA for Dean’s List Productions
Co Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Mike Dean #MWA for Dean’s List Productions
Additionalvocalist: Don’t Call Me White Girl
Lyricist: Jozzy
Lyricist: Nakkia Gold
Composer: Baruch Nembhard
Composer: Ronald Colson
Composer: Chad Opperman
Composer: Kristian Ewald Rosendal Madsen
Lyrics and translation
Original
Was here.
Mind, mind, mind, leg up. One arm on neck, one arm on frontal. Your frontal off.
Then three days later you in front of his mama's crying, he ask you why you being weird.
Why you being -weird to me? -That's your final destination.
Tell me why you tryna fight it. Know you had them premonitions. You was gon' overlike it.
And I overstood that. Wishing they could really know that. Keep it safe wherever you at.
Trust me, baby, you're deserving of all you want.
I know you need it. Inhale, breathe. Oh.
And let me ride.
We ain't even gon' make it past the couch.
Don't stop. Don't stop. Baby, trust me.
Fuck me.
Just me. I dare you to love me.
Lead me, please.
No matter where we take it, it will still be us, us, us.
It'll always be love, love, love.
Yeah.
Baby, come and take it from me.
Baby, ain't no stopping what you're doing. Come and do it, reproducing.
The juices put me through it. Rough sex, baby, bruise it. Make me lose it.
Baby, let me ride. I know you need it.
Inhale, breathe.
Oh. And just let me ride.
We ain't even gon' make it past the couch. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop.
Baby, trust me.
Fuck me.
Just me. I dare you to love me.
Lead me, please.
No matter where we take it, it will still be us, us, us.
It'll always be love, love, love.
Love, yeah. No, no, no, no.
It'll always be love.
Oh, yeah.