A love song from my outcoming EP "With Love From Italy" -- Produced By: Soul Mechanix
Nu Hardcore rap straight from italy
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Story behind the song
A love song from my outcoming EP "With Love From Italy"
Lyrics
Willin Slave
(Verse1)
Gimme three mins to explain this peeps how come u come everynite
vistin my dreams, please bitch, don't talk take a seat and watch the show
this willin slave is tryin' to bring to you, neva been a love song writa
but now i know i should baby girl, black hair on your shoulders
forgive me if i'm tryin to picture what u got under your clothes
here the dreams starts, ain't no others who got that special light
deep in brown eyes plase baby girl just let it shine deep in the night
while I'd try to make it last deep in your sweet female flesh
little yes, little yells, heard comin' out from you grippin teeth
cuz i know pain of lust is what you like most, love the feelin lost inside
pushin it slowly faster like a rock drum
till i got your body all sweat wet and hot under these sheets by the colour white
CHORUS:
Can I let my tongue trippin' over body, baby
It's about a game of finger I know you like,
like I love you, I'm picturin hands on your waist
Goin' crazy everytime I see you walk
Decleration of love, it's a slow j. on the radio
Won't let you slip away like I already did with other girls
Can you let your willin slave talk to you
live for you, rhyme for you, die for you
(Verse2)
Girl, if it's true we just lil stains in the deepness of this Universe
let your sould collide with mine, join our lives, believe me if I tell you
we can build a new empire like Arthur and Genevra
wether heatly or not, rich or dead broke, if I leave you, God should chocke my throat
I gotta notice that I must be high if I think I can compete with that hustla
you used to hang with, now gotta admit that even if I can't give the luxury
a princess would deserve I can create more than what he coulda ever conceive
I'll let my actions talk for me, is that hard (to) let love explode like earthquake epicenter
oh Dear, got my phone number, just pick it up and call, please
gimme the chance to let my actions talk for me (let my actions talk for me)
CHORUS:
Can I let my tongue trippin' over body, baby
It's about a game of finger I know you like,
like I love you, I'm picturin hands on your waist
Goin' crazy everytime I see you walk
Decleration of love, it's a slow j. on the radio
Won't let you slip away like I already did with other girls
Can you let your willin slave talk to you
live for you, rhyme for you, die for you
OUTRO:
Yo, I didn't spit your name, but you know who you are
Come on baby, put your best underwear on
and let me tak'em off...
None but love, none but love...
