Il testo della Kind of… sometimes… maybe (remix)

If peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Baby i don't mean to disrespect ya
But i wanna twist my tongue all in ya
Wanna twist my tongue all in ya
Get you wet and hope i slip and fall in ya
I don't give a fuck about your past
Life is strange people grow, feelings change
Nothing really lasts
But my god
While we here can we just live in the moment
If the shit ain't real i don't want it
Don't do fake titties, fake ass, no
Don't do fake niggas, fake laughs, no
Give me something i can feel
I can tell that you been through it all
Don't mean to offend you at all
Do you want me in them drawers?
Tell the truth

Kind of, sometimes, maybe
Kind of, sometimes, maybe
Oh kind of, sometimes, maybe
Kind of, sometimes
Kind of, sometimes, maybe

Am i still afraid of the dark?
(damn you need some company)
No bright ideas, i keep the lights on
Are you wasting my time?
(let me come over)
And your time, every time
Why you're makin' it hard?
I won't show you my cards
But you came and you lost
Do i want you at all?
Ok, just a bit, i hate to admit

Kind of, sometimes, maybe
Kind of, sometimes, maybe
Oh kind of, sometimes, maybe
Kind of, sometimes
Kind of, sometimes, maybe

I just sit here and i'm thinkin'
If i still want you?!
So why say

Kind of, sometimes, maybe
Kind of, sometimes, maybe
Oh kind of, sometimes, maybe
Kind of, sometimes
Kind of, sometimes, maybe