When it’s cold and the goals to get you off
I can give you what you need
You don’t really want to fold but I know he gets you off
Just as good as me
And I can’t control, the sweat we drop
When I get you off your feet
And I want to roll, but breasts you got
Look good enough to eat
You don’t give a fuck
You just want to Bust
What about love
What about trust
When the whole of your soul begins to rot
Can you live with all the greed
You don’t really want control, but the gold, of when you pop
Good enough to make you scream
And I know the road of when she starts, sliding off her jeans
And I know to slow before she starts, making all my dreams
You don’t give a fuck
You just want to Bust
What about love
What about trust
What about Trust?
Whatever, Whatever
What about Trust?
Whatever, Whatever
Ask me why I’m never satisfied
Ask me why I’m never satisfied
You don’t give a fuck
You just want to Bust
What about love
What about trust
