Roots of Creation - Oh Lord текст песни

She screams Oh Lord
When I put a kiss up on the neck
While massage from the best
Climb on top chest to chest

Our sweat pours
She knows that I am the best
Champion of the bed
All the lady's, they request

Give me more
Don't stop till we drop
Don't stop till pop like rocks
Give me not

Give me more
But my lady, she's the best
She's my only conquest
She makes me feel best

Her pussy purr like a jet
When I kiss and caress
Nothing less, linen pressed
We're a perfect fit

Like a brand new jacket
A booty shake will stop it
Like an earthquake
Yeah, she's gonna make it clap

Cause when I hit it from the back
She's calling out my name
Says I'm the boy she wants
and I'm the one she needs

And I'm an attraction
Even though we're human beings
When I hit it from the back
She moaned and hollered
and she screams Oh Lord