Thought bubbles circling mind
Wave runner
Air bender on high tide aviator motives
Crossed over
Blue native made faceless
How my heart aches for someone I recognise
Slept into a different time
She shunned fake love for the selfish kind
An unwitting temptress to those inclined to devilish empresses
Lust for I
Fetishise long legs with rare dress sense n she doesn't need but still fiends it
Loves feverish, caught a heat stroke from a fire sign
Her moods like cool rain in the summer time
So my heat she doesn't mind and for all her worth
Made her my sky she looked down and crowned us earth
I feed and she quenches thirst
She feasts and I drink from hours on end
Like what are hours when we're ours
And what are hours when ours won't end
Renae Rain - Spend Interlude (feat. Cosywan) Lyrics
Renae Rain - Spend Interlude (feat. Cosywan) Lyrics
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Thought bubbles circling mind
Wave runner
Air bender on high tide aviator motives
Crossed over
Blue native made faceless
How my heart aches for someone I recognise
Slept into a different time
She shunned fake love for the selfish kind
An unwitting temptress to those inclined to devilish empresses
Lust for I
Fetishise long legs with rare dress sense n she doesn't need but still fiends it
Loves feverish, caught a heat stroke from a fire sign
Her moods like cool rain in the summer time
So my heat she doesn't mind and for all her worth
Made her my sky she looked down and crowned us earth
I feed and she quenches thirst
She feasts and I drink from hours on end
Like what are hours when we're ours
And what are hours when ours won't end
Wave runner
Air bender on high tide aviator motives
Crossed over
Blue native made faceless
How my heart aches for someone I recognise
Slept into a different time
She shunned fake love for the selfish kind
An unwitting temptress to those inclined to devilish empresses
Lust for I
Fetishise long legs with rare dress sense n she doesn't need but still fiends it
Loves feverish, caught a heat stroke from a fire sign
Her moods like cool rain in the summer time
So my heat she doesn't mind and for all her worth
Made her my sky she looked down and crowned us earth
I feed and she quenches thirst
She feasts and I drink from hours on end
Like what are hours when we're ours
And what are hours when ours won't end
Writer: Tariq Musinguzi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid