Kissing

Timeless, (Time)
See, I'm saying I'm on time
Still, you don't know, baby
I just gotta say, close your eyes
And imagine that you're with me
On a long island of paradise
And I just close my eyes too
And imagine that I'm somewhere with you
On the U.S. Virgin Islands, (Right Away)
Baby, Baby………Aye

(Chorus)
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All men should bow, they’re wicked, no
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, girl
You are my Q.U.E.E.N, so I
Am your K.I.N.G

(1)
The first time buddy goes in her
I wake up to, good morning, sir
Here’s your breakfast, what do you prefer?
I say stop! Baby, stay as you were
'Cause I don’t eat in bed, that’s absurd
'Cause I ain't coming in there, ain't kissing her
But I like how you shake it right there
So turn around, let me get to the center

(Chorus)
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All men should bow, they’re wicked, no
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, girl
You are my Q.U.E.E.N, so I
Am your K.I.N.G, baby

(2)
Print it, let me sink it
If you’re pretty like Ashanti
I’ll murder it, girl, print it
I don’t eat Shirley biscuits
Which butter kiss, never will, never kiss it
Under house arrest, model-less and frisk it
This kick, hurts your belly like Nesquick
I ain't chocolate, badman tongue, no fork-lift
You don’t need to ask if God blessed me with a ras-lift
Ha Ha

(Chorus)
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All men should bow, they’re wicked, no
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, girl
You are my Q.U.E.E.N, so I
Am your K.I.N.G,

(1)
The first time more big up in her
I wake up to, good morning, sir
Here’s your breakfast, what do you prefer?
I say stop! Baby, stay as you were
'Cause I don’t eat in bed, that’s absurd
'Cause I ain't coming in there, ain't kissing her
But I like how you shake it right there
So turn around, let me get to the center

(Chorus)
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All men should bow, they’re wicked, no
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, girl
You are my Q.U.E.E.N, so I
Am your K.I.N.G, baby

(2)
Print it, let me sink it
If you’re pretty like Ashanti
I’ll murder it, girl, print it
I don’t eat Shirley biscuits
Which butter kiss, never will, never kiss it
Under house arrest, model-less and frisk it
This kick, hurts your belly like Nesquick
I ain't chocolate, badman tongue, no fork-lift
You don’t need to ask if God blessed me with a ras-lift
Ha Ha