Released on March 10, 2016

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[Verse 1 - I.N.X]:

Two bodies intertwined at thigh meat

Ligaments trapped in bed sheets, locked knees

Knock knees as we part knees to part please

Please baby girl hold on, I'm bout' to change speeds

Scour that body, placing kisses all on your clavicle

Scientist when it comes down to sexing the supernatural

Naturally good with the motions, a moving poet

Creating poems inside of that clothing until you open

The shutters open, capture the moment, baby slow it down

Turn around

Move back slow, then just throw it down

Let that body crash while I spine tap

Arch back, backboard clap, laying ovation

If these walls could talk they wouldn't know patience

I been patient for your passion for a long time

But we always having sex at the wrong times

Back and forth, forward and back, baby make up your mind

Just tell me why....

[Hook - Justin Graham]:

Why is poison so sweet to the taste?

And what feels so good can bring so much pain?

This used to be us

This used to be love

This used to be what you said that you wanted

But somehow it always turns out to be the wrong time

[Verse 2 - I.N.X]:

Wrong time for the right shit

Right pitch hit, hips shift, mommy drive stick

Aw shit

Niagara falls when them walls split

On cliff, how she leave me hanging after night caps

Bullshit, how we feel love then we fall back

Poison, how we feel stress then we crawl back

Back track to bad acts from bad habits

Bend backs on loft beds to break mattress

Matches like candle sticks to fire passion

Passing on that passive aggressive way you be acting

Action, creeping on that TLC

You touch me I'm weak in the knees, SWV

Half the time I'm tryna' figure where your head be at

You say you love me then you taking it back

Back and forward, forward and back

Back to being friends till' we get that feeling again

And have a nigga feeling again

Just tell me why....

[Hook - Justin Graham]:

Why is poison so sweet to the taste

And what feels so good can bring so much pain

This used to be us

This used to be love

This used to be what you said that you wanted

But somehow it always turns out to be the wrong time