Getting high with your girl, gon' lay low She a dime with a golden halo If she want it, she can throw it all in the bag Right now, got the whole thing in cash And the interior smell so clean Matte black on the new Suv Paid cash on the whip, ain't no lease You the only one I tell I love Like fuck all these hoes You a star baby girl, go ahead glow Shine bright with the lights down so low New ice with a clean white polo New whip, raise up, butterfly doors New crib with the white marble floors Good girl with a heart just like gold
Stop pretending, girl, you know it's not ever the same I think its time we walk away 'Cause honestly You see, the feeling isn't there and it oughta be We need a break Ooh, make your way out the door
And now I'm lying on the bed side Staring at your side Waiting for you to grow up It's something that I can't find As hard as I try Every time I press my luck And now I'm lying on the bed side Staring at your side Waiting for you to grow up It's something that you can't find As hard as you try Every time I press my luck
Oh yeah, ay Press my luck Press my luck Yeah Press my luck
Compositor: Alexander Francis Kelly (Oliver Francis) ECAD: Obra #30226459