I need to smoke, I’m feelin’ sick inside (Sick inside)
From seein’ you next to a friend of mine
We didn’t speak, but I read your mind
I’m trying not to let it show, that I don’t want to let this go
Is there somewhere you can meet me?
‘Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings
And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing
My pussy beat better then my heart do
Boy, please, you ain’t blind, you’re a smart dude
So why you pussy-footin’ on this part two?
Know, you didn’t come here just to argue
You still love me