What You Want From Me

What do you want from me... eh?
Money or a buddy?
You want sex or just to chill?
What do you want from me?
A chain full of ice like a fridge?
You don’t want something hot like tea?
What do you want from me?
To collect pay without a plea?
Baby... is that how you see it?
Tell me what you want... you know nothing's free.
Something for you, something for me.

What do you want more? My sex drive or the X-5? Is it legit thighs or is it lies? When I look into your magical eyes, I see L-O-V-E... capitalized. But you don’t love me, you love lies. I put you up front like front lies. I say champagne, not Bud Light. I say plain flight, higher heights! I love you by nature, not by choice. More love, nonetheless, if it were my child. My style, my fashion is nice, my passion is wise, the passion of Christ.