Texty

Girl you lookin' lavish tonight Girl you going savage, savage It's lit we hype I'm hyped up My eyes light up When you wake up No make up You straight up, authentic In the fast lane you own you don't rent it Grab the wheel we going overdrive Take chances takin' bad advice Doors on the coupe are suicide You ain't gotta take ya own life Too precious Stay humble but I'm still reckless Buy a crib wit a few possessions Badder chick and a bigger necklace Realize, it's all perspective All u need is love in this world Talk that true love That never give up on you Stuck on like glue love That I would do anything to see you smile and keep you boo'd up Trued up Yeah I Hope I never lose ya Yeah cuz then i have to 'Act A Fool' like Luda Girl you lookin' lavish tonight Girl you going savage, savage It's lit we hype I'm hyped up My eyes light up When you wake up No make up You straight up, authentic In the fast lane you own you don't rent it She not used to loving the guys Really just caught in a moment Then you came up in her mind Suddenly time was frozen Now she put all them aside So you can dive deep deep in her ocean Used to hope she was mine now I'm broken Just checked in the Hyatt on Fairborn Where I met Lisha was soft speakin' I was magnetized by the way she walk Couldn't keep my eyes off her all weekend Know I'm getting older but I'm still geekin' Got everything I've ever needed But now it's time to build and kill my demons They communicate without speaking Yuh I don't even need a reason Put the pen to paper heart is bleeding Many years of pushing for a reason Shifting 1st to 6th and hear it screeching Right through the page What if it fades The life that I made Swear I would go make a play Wouldn't have to be a slave Opportunity around the way Grab the wheel we going overdrive Takin chances takin bad advice, taking your bad advice Doors on the coupe are suicide Yeah I hope I never lose ya Damn you lookin' lavish tonight Girl you going savage savage It's lit We hype I'm hyped up My eyes light up When you wake up No make up Straight up, authentic In the fast lane you own you don't rent it
Writer(s): Jean-luc Franchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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