Letra

Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh Trying to sneak upstairs to your apartment Aren't you a sight for red eyes? I just flew in and slipped in on your left side Just a satin gown, you asleep with no makeup I'm just tryna be inside you 'fore you wake up Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh We had problems but it's all in the past Everybody got problems, baby, algebra class Remember I used to do things that'd make you laugh Like orderin' a girl drink in a masculine glass You like piña coladas, getting caught in the rain Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name But they never let us do our thing Everybody lying on who I bang We was on fire but they blew our flame Ain't no denying, baby, you have changed 'Cause now your high heels clicking, your lip gloss glisten Your hips start switching, you're pissed off, tripping 'Cause even when we're kissing, baby girl feel different Friends all diss him like, "No, he didn't No he didn't, is you talking about Kitten? Is that bitch still stripping? Trying to get a pair of Christians?" I swear to God that they got you going crazy But you play it off and say, "How is work, baby?" Well, some of the models is too coked up to walk straight But seem to still love the man that they all hate But, babe, I call you back and say that you say that always And kept me on the phone and demanded they all wait See, she knew about all my lies the whole time And my credit's so bad, I can't get no one to cosign I would've thought she would've bust in the door cryin' But she upped and left a nigga, and she ain't give me no sign Now, she back in the club in a tight dress With dreams of someday wearing a white dress Seen with some lame, it's a miracle that she'd Talk to a nigga with a ten-year-ago swag Plus I don't like none of her girlfriends Quote, unquote, "'Cause her girlfriends got girlfriends" On the phone, hollin' that "niggas is whatever" Let's fly to Euro and make this the best summer ever Now she heading to Rome, Rome is the home Rome is where she act like she ain't got no fucking phone I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown So I can't bitch and moan, in a session gettin' stoned So a nigga had to hop on a plane A bus and a train, to try to come and talk and explain Rented the whole bottom floor for a candlelight dinner Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her And told her, "Even though I met you in a club in a tight dress At first sight, I could picture you in a white dress" 30-foot train, diamond from Lorraine Just to make up for all the years and the pain Family on both sides, I'm so glad you came Auntie couldn't make it, oh no, that's a shame Wedding in June, what could be better? Let's fly to Euro, make this the best summer ever Take the very last car of the Eurostar Tell the conductor, "Just drive so far" Told some of your friends and they wasn't excited Well, we gon' tour the countryside and they won't be invited We will not be disturbed by the fussin' and fighting Tell Peaches light the herb 'cause we just reunited Let's make a move from these herds, go somewhere in private I'm talking just me and you and the plane and the pilot, uh Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Kanye Omari West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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