Malt liquor on your lips
blowing my mind
fingers running down your hips
flowing down in ecstasy
lay me down to die.
shine on, come on, jump on, and grind
you may not know now but you're already mine.
yea you're already mine.
so shine on, come on, jump on, and grind.
i can tell that you want to hate me but can't help yourself when you want me.
and when im not around i heard it through the grapevine that you're searching.
and tearing up to the thought of me never returning.
the temptation has you going bipolar.
i've lived ages longer even though you're older.
you act cold hearted but mine is much colder.
