Xodiax - Wrong Time lyrics

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Xodiax - Wrong Time lyrics

[Verse 1 - I.N.X]: Two bodies intertwined at thigh meat Ligaments trapped in bed sheets, locked knees Knock knees as we part knees to part please Please baby girl hold on, I'm bout' to change speeds Scour that body, placing kisses all on your clavicle Scientist when it comes down to s**ing the supernatural Naturally good with the motions, a moving poet Creating poems inside of that clothing until you open The shutters open, capture the moment, baby slow it down Turn around Move back slow, then just throw it down Let that body crash while I spine tap Arch back, backboard clap, laying ovation If these walls could talk they wouldn't know patience I been patient for your pa**ion for a long time But we always having s** at the wrong times Back and forth, forward and back, baby make up your mind Just tell me why.... [Hook - Justin Graham]: Why is poison so sweet to the taste? And what feels so good can bring so much pain? This used to be us This used to be love This used to be what you said that you wanted But somehow it always turns out to be the wrong time [Verse 2 - I.N.X]: Wrong time for the right sh** Right pitch hit, hips shift, mommy drive stick Aw sh** Niagara falls when them walls split On cliff, how she leave me hanging after night caps Bullsh**, how we feel love then we fall back Poison, how we feel stress then we crawl back Back track to bad acts from bad habits Bend backs on loft beds to break mattress Matches like candle sticks to fire pa**ion Pa**ing on that pa**ive aggressive way you be acting Action, creeping on that TLC You touch me I'm weak in the knees, SWV Half the time I'm tryna' figure where your head be at You say you love me then you taking it back Back and forward, forward and back Back to being friends till' we get that feeling again And have a n***a feeling again Just tell me why.... [Hook - Justin Graham]: Why is poison so sweet to the taste And what feels so good can bring so much pain This used to be us This used to be love This used to be what you said that you wanted But somehow it always turns out to be the wrong time