[Verse 1: J. Cole] If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers Baby I don't mean to disrespect 'ya But I wanna twist my tongue all in 'ya (wanna twist my tongue all in 'ya) Get you wet and hope I slip and fall in 'ya I don't give a fuck about your past Life is strange, people grow, feelings change Nothing really lasts, my God While we here, can we just live in the moment? If the shit ain't real I don't want it Don't do fake titties, fake ass Don't do fake niggas, fake laughs Give me something I can feel I can tell that you been through it all Don't mean to offend you at all Do you want me in them drawers? Tell the truth
[Verse 2:] Am I still afraid of the dark? No bright ideas, I keep the lights on Are you wasting my time? And your time, every time Why you're makin' it hard? I won't show you my cards But you came and you lost Do I want you at all? OK, just a bit, I hate to admit
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[Pre-Hook] I just sit here and I'm thinkin' If I still want you?! So why say