Diamond Boy (DTM)
by SZA

Album: Lana (2024)
Charted: 60
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  • I need you poolside
    You've been on my mind
    Wonder if you all mine
    What 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, go on get behind me, rodeo
    Diamond boy, your light so blinding
    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
    Am I sayin' too much? (Too much)
    Baby, if it's OD, just tell me
    Am I doin' too much?
    Papi, if it's OD, just tell me
    If it's OD, just tell me
    Mm

    Usually, I can't let down my guard (no)
    It's the way you say shit smooth that got you far with me
    Usually, I make 'em work so hard (so hard)
    But the truth is I'm ruthless about you, why waste more time?
    It's 2 a.m. and I'm on again, don't look at me like that
    'Cause I'm with all the shits
    And I'm tired of pretending, come break my back
    I'm talkin' punishment, I don't wanna complicate it with questions
    What you don't ask, I won't mention
    Now come for me like you mean it, ah

    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, go on get behind me, rodeo
    Diamond boy, your light so blinding (so blinding)
    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
    Am I sayin' too much? (Boy, I'm too much)
    Baby, if it's OD, just tell me
    Am I doin' too much?
    Papi, if it's OD, just tell me
    If it's OD, just tell me
    Mm

    Diamond boy keep me so shiny
    Cadillac my wrist, don't you forget about my timepiece
    Gotta pop my Cris', I need more bottles to my side please
    Gotta pop my shit, made fifty mil' off of my feelings
    Throw it back like chiropract', I'm hanging from the ceiling, yeah
    I been callin' back to back, I never caught no feelings, yeah
    No, you don't have to ask, I'm always OD, I'm O and T
    I'm on go, it's infinity and beyond fuckin' with me, so Writer/s: Carter Lang, Declan Miers, Jared Solomon, Michael Uzowuru, Solana Imani Rowe, Tyran Donaldson
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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