What Would We Be

 Verse 1 (God-des)

Okay so picture this

You and I we could exist

In Heaven and in Bliss

I know you’re scared of the risk

I’m different your not used to me

I’ll put it out for you to see

If you let me be the one

I’ll blow you away like a gun

Only in the best way hon hon

You won’t ever need to run run

Except right into my arms

Make sure your fears are gone

Poof, I’ll blow them away

In another universe they’ll stay

I will not check your phone

Or show up at your home

I will never try to own you control you, tell you, what you, can and can’t do,

I’m not into drama, you’re ex baby mama, but love

I got a lot of, lot of, lot of repeat

Chorus She

What would we be, if we could be together? Oh, oh

Repeat

Verse 2 God-des

Okay so picture this

You and I we could exist

In hell our loves dismissed

You always make me pissed

I’ll lie and always cheat on you

Turn around then accuse you

To try to keep my conscious clean

Or try to make my soul redeemed

Then tell you, you can’t go out out

Cuz I have so many doubt, doubts

Jealousy will get real old

We won’t be able to grow

We’re always scrapping, about what happened, in the past,

When all our actions, let to

Breaking up

Then next week making up

I will always try to own you, control you, tell you,

What you, can and can’t do,

I’m so into drama, your ex baby mama,

But Love, I don’t got a lot of, lot of, lot of repeat

Chorus She

Maybe a Singing bridge here?

Verse 3 God-des

Okay so picture this

We’re choosing to exist

In a place we both deserve,

Our actions reflect our words

What I say, you can trust

We can have love, and also lust

We might argue but we don’t

Need to scream no we won’t

We’re going to give each space, space

And problems that we have, we’ll face, face

Every time we sex, it’s magic

Positions acrobatic

We’re always laughing about the past,

When I was acting, like a mac,

There ain’t no breaking up

You’re why I’m waking up

I will never try to own you, control you, tell you,

What you, can and can’t do

I’m not into drama, I’d be your baby mama,

Cuz love, I got a lot of, lot of, lot of repeat

Chorus