Testo Can we just Russ

Can we just

Yeah
I could write for hours about you
I could write for hours about you (About you, girl)
I could write for hours
I could write for hours, girl
Listen

I like your essence, girl, I like that you exist
I like the beauty mark that's sittin' right above your lips
I like the way you always show up for your lil' sis
I like the way that family time ain't somethin' that you miss
I really just insist that this is somethin' that you hear
I like how I can tell that you'll be mother of the year (For real)
I like the way you make the holidays feel like the holidays
I like that you can dress, you got sauce, baby, hollandaise
You know I'm just call away and usually just a room away
I like the way you loved me when I had a belly, Gucci Mane
I like that you're a homebody, you don't go out late
I like the way you like the little things like Colbie Caillat
I like the way your face scrunches when you get excited
I like the way your jaw drops when I get inside it
So many things I love about you, it ain't just lust
But, baby, tonight, can we just, can we just—
Can we just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck?
Can we just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck?
Can we just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck?
Can we just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I like the food that you cook, that's a given
Before I met you, I don't think I ever used my kitchen
I like the way you listen, baby, I don't think I thank you fairly
Start a Christmas list for everyone in January
And add to it all year, damn, how thoughtful
There's people that'll never get to know you, how awful
I like that you don't judge me, that's somethin' I should do more
I like that every trip that we go on, you make a mood board
I like your sense of humor and your sense of wonder
I like the way you smell like sandalwood and shea butter
I like that you're nice to everyone, you're not a snob
I like how you got a close relationship with God
I like that your heart is pure, you don't have an ounce of evil
I like how you handle stress, you don't let it out on people
Lots of things I love about you, it ain't just lust
But, baby, tonight, can we just, can we just—

Can we just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck?
Can we just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck?
Can we just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck?
Can we just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck?

I wanna lay you down and take my time, baby
Trace your lines with your waist on mine
If it isn't too much trouble, put your phone on mute
Girl, I'm drowning, give me titties I can hold on to (Damn)
I think I'm too obsessed, I'm so charged up
I want no guard up, could you let it down for me?
Could you let it down, let it down, let it down?