Tekst Utworu

Melina and Sabrina she be running up the check I don't got no enemies I'm fucking with my ex Way too old for games so I'm moving like it's chess Way too young for kids so I put them on your chest And she said I'm crazy but she know I got a plan Came back from New York spent like 3 or 4 in bands Lately I don't care bout anything except the fam I bought a crib in H but I wanna move to France like Pretty girl running up things I would call your phone But I done enough shit Said you love me and hate me and all in between Sent me to white hearts I don't know what that means Pretty girl running up things I would see you on the 8th but I went out on a flight now Pretty girl running up things I would tell you how I feel but it's things I can't type out Sitting J on the flight but I was thinking private I got peace in my brain when I'm closing my eyelids November at home but it's Feb in the islands Crew neck Georgia State White linens in the morning, aye We might go to California state This opinion not for debate I've been spending weekends out in Tempe out in Tuscon Thinking bout you and I just hate that we rushed things I hate that we gave up before we could discuss things I been fucked over sorry I can't trust shit She said her shoulder only do Dior or Jacquemeus And my ears only do a diamond or the fucking truth Model Y I'm pulling off of melrose avenue Got ya working from the morning to the afternoon Pretty girl running up things I would call your phone But I done enough shit Said you love me and hate me and all in between Sent me to white hearts I don't know what that means Pretty girl running up things I would see you on the 8th but I went out on a flight now Pretty girl running up things I would tell you how I feel but it's things I can't type out
Writer(s): Jordan Solomon, Dan Marco Ceobano, 4 Nights 4 Nights, Prod By Eros Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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