Rica

Rica
Can't be very picky
When everything taste wonderful
Ah
With every touch
Every sound that ya make
Mm
How can I
Address
The beauty
In this room today
You look so good
Your smile is
Wicked juicy
Oh so juicy you are to me
Even if
There's a fruit bouquet
I know

Maybe it's the Cali sun
Or some time away
But before I even left
I was already missing your name
Might as well
Get it tatted
On my chest
Or across my face
But I know that you know
Blackberry is the only taste
On Saturday
On Saturday

I can never get it confused
What you can't do
With what you absolutely won't do
Your zest a little fucking different
And if you listen
No other fruit distinctive
I just wanna
Feel you close to me
Fingers oozing
Oh so sticky
Eat it up
Imma eat it up
Savoring every
Even if there's
Fruit bouquet
I know
Mora is my thang

Maybe it's the Cali sun
Or some time away
But before I even left
I was already missing your name
Might as well
Get it tatted
On my chest
Or across my face
But I know that you know
Blackberry is the only taste
On Saturday
On Saturday
Want something sweet as you
Eat up imma eat it up, boy
So nasty