Produced by: Godspeed2 & Zevrst
Written by: Godspeed2
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by: Studio 11, Chicago, Il (2018)
Sample Credit:Dragon Ball Super, “A Time to Strike Back”
LYRICS:
(Godspeed2):
And I can feel you pulsating from miles away.
Push you out my mind, then you find a way.
You got me up, so it’s time to play.
We don’t really care about the time of day.
Vibrations.
As we co-exist,
We smash together to make atoms split.
Ripple waves whenever we take ocean trips,
Until the frequencies merge and grow more intense.
Vibrations.
You then seal your lips.
Can you handle the girth?
Can you feel the width?
Push deep inside as I feel the grip,
You feel the tip then I feel the drip.
Vibrations.
We combine as one.
Transmitting signals at our time at fun.
The wave increases ’till the time is done,
Oscillating inside you until the moment comes.
You’re surrounded by lust,
Closing in, sensitive touch.
(Vibrations)
No escaping this feeling, the intensity is too much.
(Vibrations)
Your blood will rush,
Until the pleasure is filled then fully flushed,
(Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations)
Fulfilled with passion until your treasure is dug and coming up,
It’s the…
(Remedy):
First let me start off with my intent.
I know ya like it rough, when it’s too much, you can say when.
Feel like it’s been forever, so tonight I’m going in.
But before we get it started, first I need your clear consent.
That’s your ass now.
Way too late to back down.
Move in slow, then fast out,
Please don’t tap out.
I know ya like those smack sounds.
Piñata getting smashed out—
Confetti splash out.
Your body’s gettin’ pat-down.
Treat your box like a stash house,
I’m locked in your trap now.
Way too high to crash down.
We explode then we pass out,
From
Vibrations…
You’re surrounded by lust,
Closing in, sensitive touch.
(Vibrations)
No escaping this feeling, the intensity is too much.
(Vibrations)
Your blood will rush,
Until the pleasure is filled then fully flushed,
(Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations)
Fulfilled with passion until your treasure is dug and coming up,
It’s the…
I wonder if I’m still enjoying myself.
Or is my dissatisfaction self-inflicted.
I keep saying that I’m immune to repetitious misfits, but finding myself becoming addicted.
I hate arguing.
I hate feeling like I’m impartial.
I hate thinking that everything I do is not good enough, or believing that impressing you is too hard to.
I can’t make you happy,
I’ve been in 3 different relationships within the past 7 years, apparently I fuxked up in each scenario.
I’ve lied, became angry, and denied my feelings, despite being quick to share them though.
Forced to internalize my thoughts because not too many care to know.
As I begin to regress because no one acknowledges my apparent growth.
I’m too emotional. I’ve learned not to express myself in situations that tend to backfire.
At the same time, I’m not the type to stop driving just because I have a flat tire.
Loved one’s tell me to get used to it, and try not to be too impacted by her.
But I refuse to live out the rest of my life being the result of someone else’s satire.
My mind is plagued in moments of temptation.
Pictures of you pop-up in my thoughts and startle sensations.
You hijack my attention, humbly welcomed–my favorite invasion.
I consent to you taking over my land, you have been permanently stationed.
Climb onto my roller coaster, this is your seat to ride on.
Calling your name while you’re gone, from a distance you still have the ability to turn my mind on.
Push to start, my engine engaged, V-8, 0-100 on your command.
Submitting to each other, we provide neglected needs, supply and demand.
I always see where you’re coming from, I have my eye in your pants.
I give you access to my triggers of dopamine, my pleasures now lie in your hands.
Whispering each others name, we meet at secret coordinates by performing the rituals to summon each others attention.
We don’t have to speak, our bodies communicate from miles away interrupting our thinking and forcing our consensual wills to listen.
I love it when you sacrifice your voice just so I can I moan.
Soul-ties raveled to the point that I can feel you breathing even when I’m alone.
I knock on your back door, you say it’s already open.
You tattooed memories to my soul, so we’ve created an exclusive reality where we are the only occupants that are closed in.
I cause you life impairments just by activating the part of my brain you live in.
We can’t escape each other, time won’t erase this feeling.
I mount your thoughts and inject you with permanent memories of me.
Until you scream to the universe, begging our energies to cease.
But the collisions we made when we were in between the sheets.
Rippled through wavelengths and are now entering in sleep.
It’s like I release all the joy you give me through my center of gravity.
You absorb it, and digest it in your vaginal cavity.
You begin to think and reminisce on all the fun times you had with me.
And when you’ve exhausted all the moments we shared, you send it all back at me.
I see an image of you in my time line and get triggered when I pass it.
They say it’s an addiction when you have difficulty getting past it.
But
the toxicity of our connection keeps our future in balance.
You will always be my baby,
I love giving in to my favorite habit.
