Upcoming Concerts for Cakes da Killa & STOUT

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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Cakes da Killa
Cakes da Killa
Leadgesang
STOUT
STOUT
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sam Katz
Sam Katz
Komponist:in
Rashard Caliel Bradshaw
Rashard Caliel Bradshaw
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sam Katz
Sam Katz
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Bump in the cut, no "K" for me Know a couple they, them want to bang my beat Tryna eat it off the bone in my hotel suite Face and body got me lookin' like a masterpiece Fem-top get me hot off your frequency Sold a soul like we chattin' over ESP Now watch me slow whine over wine and the passion Hatin' in the club 'cause they know that we smashing Do it how I do it 'cause I move it like I'm mackin' Word on the block, skinny cats really packin', stackin' Never code switch, I shape shift (It's drastic) hoes tryna rock my old flows (It's tragic) you on me so close I could taste it Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, don't waste it Fill my cup, no chaser, no patience Bout to jack-in, red-eye to the Matrix In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind No need for lies I know, I know, I know, I need you (oh; yeah) In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind (yeah) Look at the signs, I know, you want me (yeah) In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind No need for love I know, I know, I know, I need you In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind Look at the signs, I know, you want me You could never find nothin' just like me (me) Been gettin' mines, I been stackin' G's Schiaparelli on the tuck, Westwood on the sleeve Did a couple foreign tours, big up the BBC (hmm) Never been no average, somethin' like a Maverick (yeah) Still so fresh, the delivery nostalgic (yeah, yeah) Took it up to Harlem in a horse and carriage (yeah, yeah) And I'm bound to shine, no baguettes, no carats (oh) Please, got the whole scene on pale, no bleaching Do it how I do it, run down my thesis Comin' in hot, but the grill still freezin' Shoot your shot while I sip my Riesling (Yeah) Time to the show, the girls how eat in every season A doll to a dame, out in London for the weekend Ain't no trackin', no location (oh yeah) Price goin' up, up, up inflation In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind (could read your mind) No need for lies (no need for lies) I know, I know, I know, I need you (I need you) In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind (could read your mind) Look at the signs, I know, you want me (I know) In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind No need for love I know, I know, I know, I need you In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind Look at the signs, I know— (Yeah) things like this, don't make sense Feigning for your love like I need a hit Come here, baby, and gimme it I'm hungry for your touch and I need a fix Things like this, don't make sense (whoo) Feigning for your love like I need a hit Come here, baby, and gimme it I'm hungry for your touch and I need a fix I've been lookin' for ya all along I'm used to feelin' bad when I'm all alone Lost in the scent of your cologne (yeah, yeah, yeah) It's me and you 'til the lights, come on The feelings that I'm feelin' run deeper I won't deny the vibes from the speaker No kiss from no lips come sweeter It's me and you 'til the lights, come on In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind (could read your mind) No need for lies I know, I know, I know, I need you (need you love) In the darkness, I-I (could read your mind) Could read your mind Look at the signs, I know, you want me (I know) In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind No need for love I know, I know, I know, I need you In the darkness, I-I Could read your mind Look at the signs, I know, you want me
Writer(s): John Isaac Charles Coggins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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