Alone With You
by Arz

Album: Love Letters (2021)
Charted: 25
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  • I want to be alone
    Alone with you, does that make sense?
    I want to steal your soul
    And hide you in my treasure chest
    (Ayy, yo, Pluto, you goin' brazy)
    I don't know what to do
    To do with your kiss on my neck
    Yo, yo, yo

    I ain't never had a girl like this
    Real to the core, it's real
    And I can't talk 'bout sex every day on the track
    So I talk 'bout the shit I feel
    I might give you flowers and kisses
    Not just dick, and this shit is real
    I might pull up on a late night one
    Like slap on a movie and come, let's chill
    I remember the day that I met you
    No way could I ever forget that
    I would go back home on the DLR train
    Just missin' the fact you left, man

    I'm textin' bro like, "Yo"
    Eman text me back like, "Wagwan?"
    I said, "Bro, after all the ho stages I'm ready, I found the one"
    Fake accounts gonna talk their shit, why?
    Both of us be lit
    And I don't really give a fuck 'bout that
    As long as our relationship is bliss
    And I know that my baby humble
    But I know that your temper's short
    And I know that I hurt you one time
    If I do that again then I'm a fool

    And I know that the love runs deep
    Trust me, you know I know
    And I know that you really do got me
    Trust me, I know, I know
    Winter time is cold, it's cold
    And I find it hard to express
    So I'm writin' this shit on notes
    I just put my feelings into the music
    That's the way that man know

    (I wanna steal your soul)
    I wanna steal your soul now, what?
    I wanna steal your soul
    (And hide you in my treasure chest)
    I'ma hide you, huh, trust me, they can't find you
    (I don't know what to do)
    And I don't know what to do now, nah
    Nah, man, I don't know what to do
    (To do with your kiss on my neck) Mmm
    Hold on, let me talk star signs, hear what I'm sayin'

    Yo, yo, I'm glad that I got me a Pisces
    With water you put me out and I keep you grounded
    That's light, B
    I'm so glad that your mum do like me
    Got the old school love like '90s
    And god forbid, if I ever go jail
    Then I know that my babe will write me
    And I know it's your b-day soon
    I got you and your b-day, boo
    I know when you're upset
    Trust me, man, I see straight through
    We're havin' a minor dispute
    You walk out the room, man, that shit's so rude
    But you know that we're stuck like glue
    4L 'cause the girl my boo, Arz

    I don't know what to do
    To do with your kiss on my neck
    I want to be alone
    Alone with you, does that make sense?
    I want to steal your soul
    And hide you in my treasure chest
    I don't know what to do
    To do with your kiss on my neck Writer/s: Billie Eilish O'Connell, Finneas Baird O'Connell, Roland Hannah, Rome Myers
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sentric Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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