Grips - BLAISE MOORE

Babe got me real fucked up

Some tell me it’s the way he like it, mmh

Babe got me real hung up

He like it even better when me fight it

(Ohh, ohhh)

Hands on my waist

Grips on my wrist

Don’t lie, don’t trip

Rips in my lace

Grips in my hair

Yeah, this is my prayer

And I don’t wanna, don’t wanna, don’t wanna play fair, oh

I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts, I’m aware

I don’t care

Babe got me real cut up

All fours, begging for endorphins (Oh, I)

Babe got me real high strung

He like it even better when me cry for him (Oh, I)

Hands on my waist

Grips on my wrist

Don’t lie, don’t trip

Rips in my lace

Grips in my hair

Yeah, this is my prayer

And I don’t wanna, don’t wanna, don’t wanna play fair

I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts, I’m aware

I don’t care

(Hands on my)

(Hands on my)

Fuck vanilla love oh

He hit me like an upper

He like me hi-def colour

He give enough to recover, yeah

Yeah, it hurts so good, no

Yeah, It hurts so good, eh

Hands on my waist

Grips on my wrist

Don’t lie, don’t trip

Rips in my lace

Grips in my hair

Yeah, this is my prayer

And I don’t wanna don’t wanna don’t wanna play fair, oh

I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts, I’m aware

I don’t care