Wallpaper

Grinding on your lap

Sweat beads on your cheek

People spinning 'round you and me

Speakers shake your back

We don't have to speak

Lovers frozen in an August dream

And you look back

Yeah, you look back at me

Your gold teeth shining when the lights down low

Tomorrow in the morning, I'ma wash your fro

Both knees aching when we whine and flow

But when it comes to me and you, it's never labour

We're rubbing off the wallpaper

Yes, we are rubbing off the wallpaper

When it comes to me and you, it's never labour

Find us rubbing off the wallpapеr

Push a little bit closer now

Half an inch between our waists

Thеse embers in the room fall over me and you

And it's the last song, we're the last ones up

And our lips touch, yeah, your gold teeth glow

Your gold teeth shining when the lights down low

Tomorrow in the morning, I'ma wash your fro (I wanna wash your fro)

Both knees aching when we whine and flow

But when it comes to me and you, it's never labour (Never been labour)

We're rubbing off the wallpaper

Yes, we are rubbing off the wallpaper (Rubbing off the wallpaper)

When it comes to me and you, it's never labour

Find us rubbing off the wallpaper

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper (Hold me in your arms)

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper (Rubbing off the wallpaper)

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper

Ripping, scratching, sliding, pulling, rubbing

Rubbing off the wallpaper