Sex Dreams About Platonic Friends Songtext
von Chris Crack

(Check the window I′m right outside)
(Come down and let me in)
I told you, baby
(Forbidden fruit all on my mind)
I'll be there in a minute
(You greet me with kiss baby)
Yeah, bitch
(Check the window I′m right outside)
Shit I don't know
(Come down and let me in)
Lemme, lemme record this verse though


Come down let me in, baby
It's raining
I got my whole foot wet, that shit crazy
I just parked a Mercedes so they won′t know you shady
I′m just tryna get this nut and it ain't my baby
I m stabbing out when we finish
I can′t cuddle you shorty im heartless
My shit been died, falafel with french fries
I don't drink anything but water
Without permission, my style they just keep borrowing
Felt targeted, don′t get me started
Bussin'

Check the window I′m right outside
Come down and let me in
Forbidden fruit all on my mind
You greet me with kiss baby
Sweet grace blueberry
I swear I love the taste
But I be coming in tonight
It's time to find


But I ain't really care though
My momma told me not to stare
Like it was rude or something
Aye let me know if she was new or something
She all at me i ain′t even have to say two words
But who heard, i was kinda nervous
My other bitch do everything cause i still deserve it
The best i do huh, five two or fly two
Who really cares though
Aye for those pics i don′t dare pose
I ain't even in the mood niggas bless bottles
But won′t pray over food
Or is that rude gangsta before the tattoos
Blue hat and black shoes
I was that dude
Aye let me know if it's smokey
I clear it out with the fair amount
Whos gold and whos gold plated
I only make bold statements
Lemme go cause my hoes waiting
It′s still raining
Picture this shit
I'm still painting this vivid and giving you chills ain′t it

Check the window I'm right outside
Come down and let me in
Forbidden fruit all on my mind
You greet me with kiss baby
Sweet grace blueberry
I swear I love the taste
But I be coming in tonight
It's time to find

She seem kinda anxious
One night stand better than five years wasted
I′m thumbin through the faces
On the dating apps I′m tired of paper
But here go some papers
Made a rollie because she tried to play me
You gotta meet me in person
And I never beg another nigga for verses yeah
I'm tryna murder shit
This is what they mad for
Never had hoes
Froggy legs they jus tadpoles
This shit just like diseases
We played Mario Kart
At crown liquor on easter
We ain′t headline no
They mades us open the T's
The day of the photoshoot I was hungover
Ask me how so stupid even the gas stations stopped selling gucci belts, nigga