White Rice

You and me, finally
Messing up the sheets, do it quietly
Bringing out a whole other side of me
You know that when we get together, need our privacy
I don't know when I'll be seeing you again
Take the perfect picture with no picture-perfect ending
And by the way I love the pictures that you send, baby, baby

I get this crazy feeling every time I'm with her
Got me thinking maybe it's the weed or the liquor
When she's around, oh
You could call her a sinner, but she's around though
So she must be a winner, you hold it down girl
I'm thinking I'm in love with ya, man, she's a killer
But let me paint the bigger picture, call me Van Gogh
Or Picasso, different paint strokes
But both legends... Anyways, you wanna fuck?

(I'm all in and I need your touching
Hoping that this turns to something)

I used to get this crazy feeling when I was witchya
I used to have you shaking, now I can't get a quiver
You used to beg for attention but now I can't get a dinner
Now calling you a winner never tasted so bitter
You think that you're a lioness witchya lying ass
Saying you were lying less, wish I never asked
You still fine though, kind of miss your smile, hoe...
You still down to fuck?

You and me, finally
Messing up the sheets, do it quietly
Bringing out a whole other side of me
You know that when we get together, need our privacy
I don't know when I'll be seeing you again
Take the perfect picture with no picture-perfect ending
And by the way I love the pictures that you send, baby, baby

Baby, oh...
It's been a while since you...
Love when you smile, I do
Yeah I got some things for you and I

You and me, finally
Messing up the sheets, do it quietly
Bringing out a whole other side of me
When we get together, need our privacy
I don't know when I'll be seeing you again
Take the perfect picture with no picture-perfect ending
This ain't no picture-perfect ending