Divine

Sons of withdrawn, tons of the paper that runs this shit hole called West
-You know we gotta take 'em all out
-Green colour?
-No doubt baby, it suits you the best
You know you make me wanna spit the truth
Cause I know exactly what I’ll do to you
Girl you’re the sunshine heating this room, just
Take off the shirt I’ve given you
Half of the shame is yours, and half of the shame is mine
We’ve locked restrictions out of the door, so let’s make this divine
You knew it back from those six sick ticks of the clock
To the sixteen seconds watching you puttin' back your knee socks
You took over my brain
I shook you on left lane
Girl I could do you all the time, you’re the sunshine
Half of the shame is yours, and half of the shame is mine
We’ve locked restrictions out of the door, so let’s make this divine