Video Room Temperature by Faye Webster Letras

Faye Webster - Room Temperature Lyrics

What do you prefer?
I don't have that much
I don’t offer
I don't have that much
What do you prefer?
I don't have that much to offer
Can you just give me all your time?
I’m gonna try to give you mine
What do you prefer?
I don't have that much to offer (yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Can you just give me all your time?
I'm gonna try to give you mine
A lot of niggas wrote the check so they could take this flow
A lot of bitches try to flex and now they tryin' to get chose
A lot of niggas shouting: Awful! (when did you join?)
You been fuckin' up the whole time but swear you on point (oh, oh, ahh)
Sometimes the girl of your dreams need to stay in your dreams
You can fuck with the team but don't fuck on the team
I know a lot of niggas hate me in the depths of they soul
Started out as young, hot, turnin' into lacole (why, why, why?)
Why my heart so cold? Yeah
Why my wrist on froze? (nigga, ice cold, yeah)
2PM in L.A, my girl ain't got on no clothes, yeah
Shouting: Nigga, we made it! (we made it)
All my chains on, why these niggas is hatin’? (yeah, boom-boom-boom, boom)
I should stop asking people for assistance (yeah)
I don’t like to get caught up in commitments (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's just stop asking these hoes for forgiveness (uh-huh)
Yeah, she thinkin’ some unfinished business (uh-huh)
What do you prefer?
I don't have that much to offer
Can you just give me all your time?
I'm gonna try to give you mine
What do you prefer?
I don't have that much to offer (yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Can you just give me all your time?
I’m gonna try to give you mine