S.O.R.I.S - Is This Enough

You got me saying what I want is what I need
Put it on repeat
Pussy, money, dreams and everything that's in those jeans
I'm use to talking teams
(Teams, teams)
For you I'm selfish as a fiend
But we can start a team
I'm a...
Retard
Coz my skippa
Has lipstick
Smell like
Boma
Chivas or biscuits
Or bisque
Like the rich kids
You can fill me up and we can do it like a misfit
Move
We could be alone and you can show me how to move
Imma gas you up and you can take me to the moon
We can make a track and you can tell me bout your shoes, perfume or the moon
Make a baby to this tune

You got me saying what I want is what I need
Got me touching on your feet
Got me rolling big blunts
When we sexing in the sheets
Got me rubbing on your body
Girl you know you godly
Can you bring it over so we can turn it to a party
Now we started in the lobby
And now we fucking duggy
Champagne to the room
Let's celebrate and go retarded
Let's maybe pop a molly
Or ecstasy I'm bout it
I never really doubt it
You make me feel the proudest
When I'm in the booth
You know it's you that I'm writing to
Fuck a beef
I know it's you that makes me bulletproof
You're my queen
I'm your King
Let's make a movie too
Drive all night
Catch a flight
Let's Go to paribooooooo
Or maybe Italy
That's where it's finna be
These niggahs really mini me's
Coz I'm the trilogy
But that's a story for another day
You feeling me or
Baby are you feeling me

Written by:
Katlego Rathete

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