Kiss Me More (feat. SZA)

We hug and, yes, we make love And always just say, "Goodnight" (la-la-la-la, la-la) And we cuddle, sure, I do love it But I need your lips on mine (Can you kiss me more?) We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothing to lose, oh-oh (It's just principle) Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, oh-oh Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la, la-la-la) Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la, la-la-la) I, I feel like fucking something But we can be corny, fuck it Sugar, I ain't no dummy-dummy I like to say, "What if?" But if we could kiss and just cut the rubbish Then I might be on to something I ain't giving you one in public I'm giving you hundreds, fuck it Something we just gotta get into Sign first, middle, last on the wisdom tooth Niggas wishing that the pussy was a kissing booth Taste breakfast, lunch, and gin, and juice And that dinner just like dessert too And when we French, refresh, gimme two When I bite that lip, come get me too He want lipstick, lip-gloss, hickeys too, huh (Can you kiss me more?) We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothing to lose, oh-oh (It's just principle) Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, oh-oh Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la, la-la-la) Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it Say, give me a buck, need that gushy stuff Push your limit, no, you ain't good enough All your niggas say that you lost without me All my bitches feel like I dodged the county Fucking with you feel like jail, nigga (feel like jail) I can't even exhale, nigga (can't exhale) Pussy like holy grail, you know that You gon' make me need bail, you know that Caught dipping with your friend You ain't even half man, lying on your-, you know that Got me a bag full of brick, you know that Control, don't slow the pace if I throw back All this ass for real (all this ass) Drama make you feel (make you feel) Fantasy and whip appeal is all I can give you (Can you kiss me more?) We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothing to lose, oh-oh (It's just principle) Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, oh-oh Oh, darling Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it