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Yeah
Yeah
She was a fan, but her friend didn't care
I like the ones who buy they own damn beers
If you wanna toast to the life that you live
Pour enough shots for the whole year
Jet black hair, baby, jet black hair
Matte black Jeep with the Rubicon grill
Ooh, it's been a while, baby, don't go there
Ooh, it's been a while, baby, come here
Shaped like pear, baby, jet black hair
You bought the drinks and I paid no care
Hold a nigga down, don't go nowhere
Ooh, it's been a while, baby, come here
We peaking
Hands above us
Feels like someone lifted me
We peaking
Arms like lovers
Feels like someone sent for me
Yuh, yuh
We going in there from the window sills
I don't mind if they watch, I don't care
Who gon' love you when your love ain't there?
Baby, that ass is just unfair
Jet black hair
Baby, jet black hair
At least two grams in your blunt wrapped there
These two hands always land up on the small of your back
Should I ask if eyes can go there?
You bought the drinks and I paid no care
Couple more shots, we can all get to bed
Yes, Lord, like you living on a prayer
Play too much, baby, come here
We peaking
Hands above us
Feels like someone lifted me
We peaking
Arms like lovers
Feels like someone sent for me
(Sent for me, yeah)
We peaking
If this is the mood, then you should know that
To be honest, I love it
We peaking
If this is the mood, then you should know that
To be honest, I love it
We peaking
And the coldest part is I'm not even there
I watch your feed
But I don't feed into that
Just give me the news
I miss all the parties
But I'm still the best dressed, clean
As the curtain on him pulls back
Hands above us
Feels like someone lifted me
Arms like lovers
Feels like someone sent for me
We peaking
Hands above us
Feels like someone lifting me
We peaking
Arms like lovers
Feels like someone sent for me
We peaking