Lick it away sweet on the surface
Tremble when his whisper turned into kisses
Smells like gin and none of my business
But one more shot, bad decisions
Every morning, sheets in fist
In the taxi home, you'll be regretting this
He hit me with that good time all the time
Keep it real I'll make him
But he ain't mine every other night
He don't want you vertical
If you didn't f*ck he wouldn't call
One more time can't hurt at all
Change his mind
He's sleeping on me
High tea, chamomile
He don't like the way I feel
Wants a snack, not a meal
Pinkies up
Hold your horses bathroom stall
If you didn't f*ck he wouldn't call
Two more times and then that's all
Finish Lines
Sean Damne - Finish Lines (feat. Rachel Park) Lyrics
Sean Damne - Finish Lines (feat. Rachel Park) Lyrics
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Lick it away sweet on the surface
Tremble when his whisper turned into kisses
Smells like gin and none of my business
But one more shot, bad decisions
Every morning, sheets in fist
In the taxi home, you'll be regretting this
He hit me with that good time all the time
Keep it real I'll make him
But he ain't mine every other night
He don't want you vertical
If you didn't f*ck he wouldn't call
One more time can't hurt at all
Change his mind
He's sleeping on me
High tea, chamomile
He don't like the way I feel
Wants a snack, not a meal
Pinkies up
Hold your horses bathroom stall
If you didn't f*ck he wouldn't call
Two more times and then that's all
Finish Lines
Tremble when his whisper turned into kisses
Smells like gin and none of my business
But one more shot, bad decisions
Every morning, sheets in fist
In the taxi home, you'll be regretting this
He hit me with that good time all the time
Keep it real I'll make him
But he ain't mine every other night
He don't want you vertical
If you didn't f*ck he wouldn't call
One more time can't hurt at all
Change his mind
He's sleeping on me
High tea, chamomile
He don't like the way I feel
Wants a snack, not a meal
Pinkies up
Hold your horses bathroom stall
If you didn't f*ck he wouldn't call
Two more times and then that's all
Finish Lines
Writer: Rachel Park, Sean Dhami
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid