It's not that I don't like it, baby

It's just that I like it a little too much

A kiss on the cheek every time that we meet

I turn cactus when we touch

Touch

No matter what they say in the streets

We're not in the sheets

Bumpin' bags or bodies

Speakin' of sweet, I gotta make a little confession

You're a confection

Leaving me holy like teeth

Too much

Too much

It make me say (oh, oh, oh, oh)

It's not that I don't see you, baby

It's just that I see you a little too much

You cover all the zines in my conscious stream

And that's so fucking weak

I've got subscriptions

And no matter what you're doing to me

I keep it to me 'cause honesty

Is a boner killer

Streets say the long game is the wrong game

But I never pursue it

(So, I play it like I'm foolish)

Too much

Too much

I don't wanna sing

If it's all a dream

That means nothing to you

And my lips clutch when you open up

'Cause I don't know what to do

You know I like it, baby, you know I like it, baby

I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it

Too much