Lyrics:
Bridge drivin'
395 and more live than I have ever been, spend a night in Setai
Did some tusslin' with Thugger friends, but fuck it
Then we can't each
niggas did
I only give my last dollar to my fuckin kids
I only owe an explanation to my fuckin parents
She wanna take these backshots on a balcony in Paris
it
(Whoa-oh-oh)
You pick a wall that's blue
Write my name and write "I love you"
And by the palisade will be our café
In our homemade Paris
So leave
you tight in my arms
Got me biting my lip
Caught me right in your storm
You been blowing me up, took a night to respond
I ain't blowing you off, I
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
Although the night before you were in my home, my body, my dome
In a circle of passion we Paris, Italy, Japan, Africa, Rome
We made music
We trombone'd
cheap medals to wear and nothing more
Now every night in the same cafe he shows up
And as he strolls by ladies hear him say
If you admire me, hire me
talking by the cannon
But I couldn't believe my ears
The Russian had plutonium
The sailor wanted beers
They shook hands in the moonlight
And broke
Paris
There were locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy
By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
hopped out busted a movie
Paris call me, while I add them cools card
Don't want to hear them warn me
I was in a evening state of mind, behaving poor,
two girls in one night god damn
She won a bet to fuck me I don't mean to be cocky
But I'm done with you basic bitches on field hockey
So I gutted out
above but under
But it all comes back to a silky night in Paris
Running from the parents and the past
Answering the questions never asked
Two discovering
8 figures all because of game winners
I had dreams of making millions and my mama in a villa
Now everything's in gold, same color as the liquor
lean and ice
Shooting stars in the night
Shooting action movie
I got real fucking guns yeah
45 degrees
Sliding real fucking tons yeah
Popping
one
Driving your daddy's Mercedes like two bandits on the run
Like your first teenage kiss, taste the cherry on your lips
Or like summer in Paris
the wall
My stomach's in a knot, on the floor and in a ball
Another night I spend alone laughing at Mozart
Another night I spend alone crying at my own art
gobble gobble (brr, baow!)
In the end, it's just some gobble gobble
Stackin' the burgers one by one
Stackin' assignments one by one
Schmob with iCue
Milan or Paris
Is it Brazilian or it look like a forest
Sum man buy puss in a bag
But wid me
Mi work wid show an tell
So if yuh wah mi fi spend my money
believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
And in Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A million
of gas
She a freak in the sheets and she oozes sass
Let her feed me grapes, and then I blew her back
Got your bitch in Paris, I'm embarrassed by the shit
doors up
Paris for them Louis as soon as the tour's up
The million dollar frames is his and her the same
I took it on the chin when I heard about
Cuz' her mom was a victim of the
Same thing she's going through
That's how she had her daughter
Now she's stuck in that life
Keeping secrets no one even
at 25, (yeah)
Just a year ago I saw Conway performing live
In that time, grabbed a bag, turned my life into a trip
Had a dame for a night in Paris, I felt
to leave?
My heart been stolen by a pretty thief
Cute face but she aint nothing to play with
Same one i get bread and go lay with
Same one i would ride for
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