Gimme That Cup.
From the tips of my toes through the locks of my hair, this feeling you give me isn't getting me anywhere. It is still there, it lingers... in between my fingers and down my spine, this heart of mine is beyond divine. When it rains, it pours, that sweat of yours from down your back while that bass go slap. Theres music in in every finger of you and every song that pretends to be you. And, man, I knew, from the very start, those hands you squeezed around my heart, made lemonade from the silk that flows, the fruit is bitter, it's been here before. And every day I walk the line between yours an mine and we...