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, uh-oh
 (It's just principle)
 Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
 Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
 Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la
 All on my tongue, I want it (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
 All on my tongue, I want it (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, uh-oh
 (It's just principle)
 Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
 
 Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
 Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la
 All on my tongue, I want it (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
 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
 I can't even exhale, nigga
 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, uh-oh
 (It's just principle)
 Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh-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