LUST.(Explicit)

LUST. (Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

Lyrics by：D. Natche/M. Spears/Leland Whitty/Darryl McDaniels/Joseph Simmons/Adam Keefe Horovitz/Rick Rubin/C. John "Jack" Hansen/Kendrick Lamar/Alexander Sowinski/Matthew Tavares/Jordan Cardy/Louis Kevin Celestin

Composed by：D. Natche/M. Spears/Leland Whitty/Darryl McDaniels/Joseph Simmons/Adam Keefe Horovitz/Rick Rubin/C. John "Jack" Hansen/Kendrick Lamar/Alexander Sowinski/Matthew Tavares/Jordan Cardy/Louis Kevin Celestin

I need some water

Somethin' came over me

Way too high to simmer down

Might as well overheat

Too close to comfort

That blood rush my favorite

Heart beat racin' like a junkie's

I just need you to want me

Am I askin' too much

Let me put the head in

Ooh I don't want more than that

Girl I respect the cat

I promise just a touch

Let me put the head in

It's okay

She said it's okay

Yeah I need everybody's hands up right now

I need everybody's

Door and his Nike Air Rattles

Rush the fire exit no time for battles

Well I I never expected

This that new new

Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money kick your feet up

Watch you a comedy take a then roll some w**d up

Go hit you a lick go on a

Don't go to work today cop you a fit

Maybe some cakes and make you

Door in his Nike Air Rattles

Rush the fire exit no time for battles

Well I I never expected

Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money kick your feet up

Watch you a comedy hol' up

Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money kick your feet up

Watch you a comedy take a then roll some w**d up

Go hit you a lick go on a don't go to work today

Cop you a fit or maybe some kicks and make it work today

Hang with your homies stunt on your baby mama

Sip some lean go get a pistol shoot out the window

Bet your favorite team play you some madden

Go to the club or your mama house

Whatever you doin' just make it count

I need some water

Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money kick your feet up

Hop in the shower put on your makeup lace your weave up

Touchin' yourself call up your tell him he ain't

Credit card scam get you a visa make him pay your rent

Hop on the gram flex on the that be hatin' on you

Pop you a call up your have 'em waitin' on you

Go to the club have you some fun make that bounce

It's whatever just make it count

I need some water

Somethin' came over me

Way too high to simmer down

Might as well overheat

Too close to comfort

That blood rush my favorite

Heart beat racin' like a junkie's