Savage and an angel, we call out in tantrum Glad I kept on your throat, we would rather turn down And I think she bankrupt Breathe, breathe
Flesh I need it, I'm a mess, now I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong
Skin on you is always Calling me with your face Wrap yourself around me, do whatever I say Kiss me like a pretty flower, sweet, sweet control
Flesh, addicted, yeah I mean it, I'm a mess, now I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong
Fall on your faith like you faith for religion The light in the way, you're begging for forgiveness Lost summers here as we both bathe in sweet sin Leave it to me, I'll give you something to believe in Surrender to friction This is body language and deep diction I love it, back for it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woman put me right and wrap it all
Writer/s: ANUP KUMAR PAUL, MIGUEL JONTEL PIMENTEL, RAPHAEL SAADIQ
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
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