Sweet.. Time - Intellectual

[Intro: Lexa Gates]

Bitch (Taking my sweet time)

I was born on the writer's block, bitch

Writing from the writer's block, bitch

[Verse 1: Lexa Gates]

I love you so much, it makes me want to kill myself

I'm not myself when nobody's surrounding me

These drugs in me almost feel like some company

If only I could stop the things that happen naturally

I step outside and all these demons tryna fuck on me

I speak my truth, so now they're tryna make a buck off me

Some bands off me, I'm usually like, "Uh, yeah, we'll see"

But really, I feel like I'm blind to all I'm bound to be

It's hard for me

If only I could talk with you

I wish somebody on this Earth could show me what to do

Like what'd I say

I'm hurt we ended down this way

And why you hitting me still, baby?

Like, "Are things okay?"

[Chorus: Lexa Gates]

I'm taking my sweet time, but

You'll always be mine

I'm taking my sweet time

You'll always be mine

[Post-Chorus: Lexa Gates]

Woah, what's it hitting for?

Been a minute since I hit it, what's it hitting for?

Heard you got another lover, they ain't gotta know (Know)

Yeah, tell me, tell me, are you better now? (Now)

Woah, what's it hitting for? (For)

Been a minute since I hit it, what's it hitting for? (For)

Heard you got another lover, they ain't gotta know (Know)

Tell, tell me, tell me, tell me, are you better now?

[Verse 2: ZelooperZ]

When I hit you on your jack, is we on one accord?

Let me readjust your back and your spinal cord

Can you let me in your gates for some mutual fun?

Can I lick you head to toe 'til I make you cum?

Swear this meal on my plate is to die for

Already got your body, need your mind and soul

Kick 'em to the curb, I don't need demonic hoes

You the one I wanna serve on this tennis court

I don't wanna run anymore

I just need a sip of your juice, can I get a cup?

I swear it's not fun anymore if I can't run around-round you

Is that real love?

Can I knock it out the park? Batter up, uh-huh

Yeah, my heart is on my sleeve tatted up, uh-huh

Lick the icing off the cake batter up, uh-huh

Got my heart on fire, match it up

[Chorus: Lexa Gates]

I'm taking my sweet time

You'll always be mine

I'm taking my sweet time

You'll always be mine

[Post-Chorus: Lexa Gates]

Woah, what's it hitting for? (Hitting for)

Been a minute since I hit it, what's it hitting for? (Hitting for)

Heard you got another lover, they ain't gotta know (Know)

Tell me, tell me, are you better now? (Now)

What's it hitting for? (Hitting for)

Been a minute since I hit it, what's it hitting for? (Hitting for)

Heard you got another lover, they ain't gotta know

Tell me, tell me, are you better now?