I smell that smoke when I walk past your door I fall down to my knees cos I need more Something's burnin' up inside I know that ain't no Charlie ride But we'll make do with a slip-n-slide For show
CHORUS: You give me contact Contact high You give me contact Contact high
And turn the dirty lie, can breathe your seed The flowers on your window taste so sweet Look here mama, don't be scared Selfless children love to share But I'll be damned if they got enough for three
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The girl ain't nothin' but a-rich white trash With her lips on a jazz bag and hands on cash Nobody wants to kiss her mush-shrimp stash Get real
Don't you leave me statue like a stone I taste you through the wet lips of your hole Please believe me for your sake I won't ask you, I just take We want more fix so I do not break my bones