
Cross My Heart AKA
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[Intro]
Ayoburr
[Pre-Chorus: AKA, JR & Both]
I can't get you out my mind
Ooh baby I need that water
Every time we say goodbye
I wish that I held you longer
Inside
Harder, better, faster, stronger
Absence make my heart grow fonder
Let's ride
[Chorus: AKA]
Baby I need your body (Soft touch)
Give me good love and give me your trust
You are my one and only
My super model
Where you go, I follow
Cross my heart and hope to die, we'll never be alone
[Verse 1: AKA]
You know how it go on a late nights
Working like a slave till the daylight
Bitches coming at you through the grapevine
Way smart coming at me with a steak knife
What's beef? Beef is when you...
(nah forget it that's not the vibe)
You remind me of my Jeep (I wanna ride)
I've been thinking 'bout you every twenty-one days
It's kinda ironic twenty-one is your age
I needed somebody who can give me my space
Only God can judge me, put respect on my name
Singing my praises make me feel like a King
But you ain't afraid to put me back in my place
When I get stuck in my ways
(Aye)
Ayoburr
[Pre-Chorus: AKA, JR & Both]
I can't get you out my mind
Ooh baby I need that water
Every time we say goodbye
I wish that I held you longer
Inside
Harder, better, faster, stronger
Absence make my heart grow fonder
Let's ride
[Chorus: AKA]
Baby I need your body (Soft touch)
Give me good love and give me your trust
You are my one and only
My super model
Where you go, I follow
Cross my heart and hope to die, we'll never be alone
[Verse 1: AKA]
You know how it go on a late nights
Working like a slave till the daylight
Bitches coming at you through the grapevine
Way smart coming at me with a steak knife
What's beef? Beef is when you...
(nah forget it that's not the vibe)
You remind me of my Jeep (I wanna ride)
I've been thinking 'bout you every twenty-one days
It's kinda ironic twenty-one is your age
I needed somebody who can give me my space
Only God can judge me, put respect on my name
Singing my praises make me feel like a King
But you ain't afraid to put me back in my place
When I get stuck in my ways
(Aye)
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