Lyrics lmk - Al Jacobi

I'm waiting for a text
Are you coming over?
Cause I wanna
Be the one that you wanna be with when you start to get sober
I want your conscious, consensual
Uncomplicated, concupiscence spread on my sofa
And if you need something to cry on, something to rely on
Here's my dick and my shoulder
Cause I just wanna fuck
I just wanna uh-uh-uh
And then we can talk
Cause I just wanna be whatever I can be for you
When I don't feel like much
So come and let me fill you up
C-come and make it feel like love
C-cum and then cum again
I just wanna get you off
Get your head off worrying bout if you were ever enough
Cause girl, there's no premise for penis and primitive thoughts
I got diffidence, demons and issues with trust
And a self image leaning on shielding my heart
So don't give it no meaning if we grow apart
I just got
This petty obsession with being who's picking you up
Plus a fetish for pleasing you
Stroking my ego through females to feel like a stud
So let me know
Can I bury myself in you?
With all the shit I'm ashamed to show
Cause I'm sure too shy to share more than genitals
And you're alike, I can tell it
Don't try to hide, you need a fellow miserable soul
With open eyes and all too little visible hope
Beyond the night, ain't that why you text me, though?

I'm waiting for a text
Cause it's getting late
Did you make it home yet?
Or did you just forget
To notify me?
And I ain't gotta know where you stay
I just wanna know that you're safe
Don't let me come in your way
Of a good night, but if you could write goodnight
Or anything of the kind, I could call it a day
Cause I can deal with the jealousy
And I can deal with the things you ain't telling me
Yeah, I can deal with anything but the inability
To do anything to really feel at ease
And admittedly, it could be the man in me
The need to protect, yeah, the toxic masculinity
I like a strong chick, and so this might come off as bigotry
But if I gotta pick, I'd rather be a bigot than a chicken, you see
Cause a lot of these creeps they be thinking with their cock
I got a bad fucking feeling in my gut
I gotta know you not somewhere in a gutter
Or under some sleazy motherfucker
So I look up to a god I hardly believe in
And say please guard her
Cause how do I sleep when I ain't hear from ya?
And how do I reason with all this paranoia?

Say pretty one, can you do somefor me?
Can you show a little proof of life for me?
Say pretty one, just a view or a story
Anything that could soothe my worry
Say pretty one, is it too much from me?
You're prolly just letting loose at the party
Say pretty one, do your thing, pretty one
Do your thing, pretty one, do your thing

"And yeah, I mean just let me know"