DTM (Diamond Boy) Songtext

SZA

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DTM (Diamond Boy) Songtext
I need you poolside, you've been on my mind
Wonder if you're all mine, why do it matter anyway? (Fuck it)
I like your soft side, I like you on top
You make my thoughts stop
You make bein' me less hard
'Bout to quit my job

When the dick hit that's just how you gotta do
I'm addicted, that's why I keep callin' you
Diamond boy, why you so shiny? (Bling)
Diamond boy, come get behind me, rodeo
Diamond boy, your light so blinding
Blind me

Baby, if it's OD, tell me
Am I sayin' too much? (Am I sayin' too much?)
And, baby, if it's OD, tell me
Am I sayin' too much? (Too much)
Baby, if it's OD just tell me
Am I doin' too much? (Too much)
Papi, if it's OD just tell me
If it's OD just tell me
Mm-mm

Usually, I can't let down my guard (No)
It's the way you say it so smooth that got you far with mе
Usually, I make 'em work so hard (So hard)
The truth is I'm ruthlеss about your worries, more time
'Cause it's 2 AM and I'm on again, don't look at me like that
'Cause I'm with all this ass, ain't no time to breathe
That dick gon' break my back
I'm talkin' punishment
I don't wanna complicate it with questions
But you don't answer my message
Now come for me like you mean it, I

When the dick hit that's just how you gotta do (Gotta do)
I'm addicted, that's why I keep callin' you (Callin' you)
Diamond boy, why you so shiny? (Bling)
Diamond boy, come get behind me, rodeo (Rodeo)
Diamond boy, your light so blinding (Your light)
Blind me

Baby, if it's OD, tell me
Am I sayin' too much? (Sayin' too much)
And, baby, if it's OD, tell me (Baby, if it's OD)
Am I sayin' too much? (Tell me I'm too much, am I?)
Baby, if It's OD just tell me
Am I doin' too much? (Too much)
Papi, if it's OD just tell me
If it's OD just tell me
Mm-mm

Baby, tell me what you want (What you want)
I can take these panties off (Panties off)
Tell you when you gon' be hard (Hard)
Tell me how to ride, tell me if you

Diamond boy, why you so shiny?
Kinda like my wrist, don't you forget about my time please
Gotta pop my cris, I need more bottles to my side please
Gotta pop my shit, made 50 'mil off of my feelings
Pull back like chiropract', I'm hanging from the ceiling, yeah
And we're callin' back to back, I never caught no feelings, yeah
No, you don't have to ask, I'm always OD
I'm always here, I'ma go to infinity and beyond fuckin' with me, it's so

Baby, it's so, oh
Baby, it's so, yeah
Baby, it's so, yeah