SZA, Doja Cat - Kiss Me More

[Verse 1: Doja Cat]
We hug and, yes, we make love
And always just say goodnight. (La-la-la-la-la-la)
And we cuddle, sure I do love it,
But I need your lips on mine.

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, uh-oh.
It's just principle,
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way we move, uh-oh.

[Post-Chorus: Doja Cat]
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same,
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la,
All on my tongue, I want it. (La-la-la-la-la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same,
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la,
All on my tongue, I want it. (La-la-la-la-la-la)

[Verse 2: Doja Cat]
I, I feel like fuckin' somethin',
But we could bе corny, fuck it!
Sugar, I ain't no dummy, dummy,
I like to say, "What if?", but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Thеn I might be onto somethin',
I ain't givin' you one in public,
I'm givin' you hundreds, fuck it!
Somethin' we just gotta get into,
Sign first, middle, last on the wisdom tooth,
Niggas wishin' that the pussy was a kissin' booth,
Taste breakfast, lunch, and gin and juice.
And that dinner just like dessert too,
And when we French, refresh, gimme two,
When I bite that lip, come get me too,
He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too, huh!

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, uh-oh.
It's just principle,
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way we move, uh-oh.

[Post-Chorus: Doja Cat]
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same,
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la,
All on my tongue, I want it. (La-la-la-la-la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same,
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la,
All on my tongue, I want it.

[Verse 3: SZA]
Say give me a buck, need that gushy stuff,
Push the limit, no, you ain't good enough,
All your niggas say that you lost without me,
All my bitches feel like I dodged the county.
Fuckin' with you feel like jail, nigga,
I can't even exhale, nigga,
Pussy like holy grail, you know that,
You gon' make me need bail, you know that.
Caught dippin' with your friend,
You ain't even half man, lyin' on your–, you know that,
Got me a bag full of brick, you know that,
Control, don't slow the pace if I throw back
All this ass for real, (Ah)
Drama make you feel, (Ah)
Fantasy and whip appeal is all I can give you.

[Chorus: Doja Cat, SZA & Both]
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, uh-oh.
It's just principle,
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way we move, uh-oh,
Oh, darlin'!

[Post-Chorus: SZA & Doja Cat]
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same,
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la,
All on my tongue, I want it.
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same,
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la,
All on my tongue, I want it.