It's scratching at me
Like an addict, I am a dealer living off my own supply
I need this high
See I struggle to get by
It's on my mind
I'm itching for it
I see you over there, seeing you see me
Why play this game, when it could all be so simple?
I'm itching for it
I can't be the only one
I need it like yesterday
"Well, yesterday needed it like today," he says.
Forlorn at the desire building between young legs, deep within a core that holds the keys to fruitfulness
See, I'm itching for it
He told me, "buss it open."
I did
Now he wants me to bring it back
