Uh, girl I turn that thing into a rainforest
Rain on my head, call that brainstorming
Yeah this is deep, but oh, I go deeper
Make you lose yourself, and finders keepers
It go green light, go
I like to taste that sugar, that sweet and low
But hold up wait, new position
I put her on my plate then do the dishes
She my motivation, I’m her transportation
Cause I let her ride, while I drive her crazy
Then I just keep going going, like I’m racing
When I’m done she hold me like a conversation
She is my motivation...
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