Lmk (Explicit)

Can you come over

Can you come through

Cause I’ve been needing

A little of you

Can you come over

Pretend that you’re nice

Tell me you’ll be here

No matter the time

I’m waiting for a text

Are you coming over?

Cause I wanna

Be the one that you wanna be with when you start to get sober

I want your conscious, consensual, uncomplicated, concupiscence spread on my sofa

And if you need something to cry on, something to rely on

Here’s my dick and my shoulder

Cause I just wanna ****

I just wanna uh-uh-uh

And then we can talk

Cause I just wanna be whatever I can be for you

When I don’t feel like much

So come and let me fill you up

C-come and make it feel like love

C-cum and then cum again

I just wanna get you off

Get your head off worrying bout if you were ever enough

Cause girl, there’s no premise for penis and primitive thoughts

I got diffidence, demons and issues with trust

And a self image leaning on shielding my heart

So don’t give it no meaning if we grow apart

I just got

This petty obsession with being who’s picking you up

Plus a fetish for pleasing you

Stroking my ego through females to feel like a stud

So let me know

Can I bury myself in you?

With all the **** I’m ashamed to show

Cause I’m sure too shy to share more than genitals

And you’re alike, I can tell it

Don’t try to hide, you need a fellow miserable soul

With open eyes and all too little visible hope

Beyond the night, ain’t that why you text me, though?

I’m waiting for a text

Cause it’s getting late

Did you make it home yet?

Or did you just forget

To notify me?

And I ain’t gotta know where you stay

I just wanna know that you’re safe

Don’t let me come in your way

Of a good night, but if you could write goodnight

Or anything of the kind, I could call it a day

Cause I can deal with the jealousy

And I can deal with the things you ain’t telling me

Yeah, I can deal with anything but the inability

To do anything to really feel at ease

And admittedly, it could be the man in me

The need to protect, yeah, the toxic masculinity

I like a strong chick, and so this might come off as bigotry

But if I gotta pick, I’d rather be a bigot than a chicken, you see

Cause a lot of these creeps they be thinking with their cock

I got a bad ****ing feeling in my gut

I gotta know you not somewhere in a gutter

Or under some sleazy mother****er

So I look up to a god I hardly believe in

And say please guard her

Cause how do I sleep when I ain’t hear from ya?

And how do I reason with all this paranoia?

Say pretty one, can you do somefor me?

Can you show a little proof of life for me?

Say pretty one, just a view or a story

Anything that could soothe my worry

Say pretty one, is it too much from me?

You’re prolly just letting loose at the party

Say pretty one, do your thing, pretty one

Do your thing, pretty one, do your thing

“And yeah, I mean just let me know”