I Like It I Like It Songtext
von Moses Sumney & Hayley Williams
I Like It I Like It Songtext
It′s not that I don't like it, baby
It′s just that I like it a little too much
A kiss on the cheek every time that we meet
I turn cactus when we touch
Touch
No matter what they say in the streets
We're not in the sheets
Bumpin' bags or bodies
Speakin′ of sweet, I gotta make a little confession
You′re a confection
Leaving me holy like teeth
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
It make me say (oh, oh, oh, oh)
It's not that I don′t see you, baby
It's just that I see you a little too much
You cover all the zines in my conscious stream
And that′s so fucking weak
I've got subscriptions
And no matter what you′re doing to me
I keep it to me 'cause honesty
Is a boner killer
Streets say the long game is the wrong game
But I never pursue it
(So, I play it like I'm foolish)
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
I don′t wanna sing
If it′s all a dream
That means nothing to you
And my lips clutch when you open up
'Cause I don′t know what to do
You know I like it, baby, you know I like it, baby
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
It′s just that I like it a little too much
A kiss on the cheek every time that we meet
I turn cactus when we touch
Touch
No matter what they say in the streets
We're not in the sheets
Bumpin' bags or bodies
Speakin′ of sweet, I gotta make a little confession
You′re a confection
Leaving me holy like teeth
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
It make me say (oh, oh, oh, oh)
It's not that I don′t see you, baby
It's just that I see you a little too much
You cover all the zines in my conscious stream
And that′s so fucking weak
I've got subscriptions
And no matter what you′re doing to me
I keep it to me 'cause honesty
Is a boner killer
Streets say the long game is the wrong game
But I never pursue it
(So, I play it like I'm foolish)
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
I don′t wanna sing
If it′s all a dream
That means nothing to you
And my lips clutch when you open up
'Cause I don′t know what to do
You know I like it, baby, you know I like it, baby
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Too much
Writer(s): Moses Sumney, Quickly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
