Got a taste of what it feels like to be close enough
And I hope I can get my mind right so I can keep it up
I’ve been writing R&B for you
I’ve been making you a tea
Before you know it’s what you need
Tell me, is it too sweet for you?
I’ve been writing R&B
But I should be writing for me and my
Don’t know if you’ve heard but there’s a whole pile of it
The thing is—
I’ve got a taste of what it feels like to be close enough
And I hope I can get my mind right so I can keep it up
Can’t be writing R&B for you
I’ll be making me a coffee
While you spoon her back to sleep
And I’m still sweet for you
Can’t be writing R&B
I’ve been writing R&B for you
I’ve been writing R&B for you
I’ve been writing R&B for you
I’ve been writing R&B
The shivering truth of the matter is so easy to see
If I have stuff to write, then why don’t I just write it for me?
Despite appearances, I haven’t got the voice for R&B
Even though I’ve seen more Colour Shows than KEXPs
The shivering truth of the matter is so easy to see
If I have stuff to write, then why don’t I just write it for me?
Despite appearances, I haven’t got the voice for R&B
Even though I’ve seen more Colour Shows than KEXPs
The shivering truth of the matter is so easy to see
If I have stuff to write, then why don’t I just write it for me?
Despite appearances, I haven’t got the voice for R&B
Even though I’ve seen more Colour Shows than KEXPs
The shivering truth of the matter is so easy to see
If I have stuff to write, then why don’t I just write it for me?
Despite appearances, I haven’t got the voice for R&B
Even though I’ve seen more Colour Shows than KEXPs
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