Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Weeks - Tribute to FKA Twigs , by - Billboard Masters. Release date: 07.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Weeks - Tribute to FKA Twigs , by - Billboard Masters. Two Weeks - Tribute to FKA Twigs |
| I know it hurts, you know I’d quench that thirst |
| (I can treat you better than her) |
| You say you’re lonely, I say you’ll think about it |
| 'Cause you’re the only one who resonates |
| That chase, mouth open like high |
| Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover |
| (Mouth open, you’re high) |
| Flying like a streamer thinking of new ways to do each other |
| (Mouth open, you’re high) |
| Pull out the incisor, give me two weeks, you won’t recognize her |
| Mouth open, you’re high |
| I know it hurts, you know I’d put you first |
| (I can fuck you better than her) |
| You say you want me, I say you’ll live without it |
| Unless you’re the only one who instigates |
| Get your mouth open you’re high |
| Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover (Mouth open, |
| you’re high) |
| Flying like a streamer, thinking of new ways to do each other |
| (Mouth open, you’re high) |
| Pull out the incisor, give me two weeks, you won’t recognize her |
| Mouth open, you’re high |
| Feel your body closing, I can rip it open |
| Suck me up, I’m healing for the shit you’re dealing |
| Smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rolling |
| My thighs are apart for when you’re ready to breathe in |
| Suck me up, I’m healing for the shit you’re dealing |
| High motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you’re mine |
| I’ll put you first, just close your eyes and dream about it |
| Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover |
| I’ll quench your thirst, just chase the high and stop your doubting |
| Flying like a streamer thinking of new ways to do each other |
| High, high |
| High, high |
| Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover |
| Flying like a streamer thinking of new ways to do each other |
| (Mouth open you’re high) |
| Pull out the incisor, give me two weeks, you won’t recognize her |
| Mouth open, you’re high |