King Madi - Vanilla Lyrics

      

Vanilla
by King Madi

Verse 1
As the raindrops hit the window
Baby, I know this now
We've got nothing but time, so
I'm tryna' take you down
I've got a reservation
Take a trip, heading south
Vacation to sensation
Destination feels like ohhhh

Refrain
Oooooh, no metaphors, no riddles
I need you now
Oooooh, and you know what I'm saying
I don't gotta spell it out
It out

Chorus
Want a taste of danger, babe?
'Cause we play it safe all the time
Ain't nothing wrong with vanilla
I'm just cravin' a little spice
Give me your trust tonight
And you know I'll give you mine
Promise that I'd never hurt you
Just tell me what, tell me what, you like
Tell me what you like
Just tell me what you like
Just tell me what you like

Verse 2:
Yeah
Do you do you do you like the feeling of my hands, babe?
Shut the door and lock it, play the music, do the nasty
I ain't gonna stop, it feels so good to finish last, babe
Up 'til four o'clock, we called in sick, we 'gone be mad late
I wanna make you comfortable
I wanna give all of me to all of you
And do it in the kitchen, on the counter, too
Just so we can spice it up a time or two

Refrain
Oooooh, no metaphors, no riddles
I need you now
Oooooh, and you know what I'm saying
I don't gotta spell it out
It out

Chorus
Want a taste of danger, babe?
'Cause we play it safe all the time
Ain't nothing wrong with vanilla
I'm just cravin' a little spice
Give me your trust tonight
And you know I'll give you mine
Promise that I'd never hurt you
Just tell me what, tell me what, you like
Tell me what you like
Just tell me what you like
Just tell me what you like

Bridge:
(Keep it going)
Yeah, you know what I'm 'tryna do
Don't act like you don't know
Baby, let me love you
You know that you want to
And I am not the one to play no games
I tell it straight
Baby come over
I can take care of you

  Outro:
Do you do you do you like the feeling of my hands, babe?
Shut the door and lock it, play the music, do the nasty
I ain't gonna stop, it feels so good to finish last, babe
Up 'til four o'clock, we called in sick, we 'gone be mad late
Do you do you do you like the feeling of my hands, babe?
Shut the door and lock it, play the music, do the nasty
I ain't gonna stop, it feels so good to finish last, babe
Up 'til four o'clock, we called in sick, we 'gone be mad late