Testo Love Songs - Fivio Foreign feat. Ne-Yo
Testo della canzone Love Songs (Fivio Foreign feat. Ne-Yo), tratta dall'album B.I.B.L.E.
Ay, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib every time I miss you, uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah, ay, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib
Ay, yeah, yeah, I pull up to your-
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it, won't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
'Cause ain't nobody else I can blame for the shit I do
And these damn love songs (ooh)
Follow me everywhere I go (oh)
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(Why can't I turn off the radio?)
She got a different type of (uh)
She'll make a nigga want to wife (yeah)
Prada blue, Dior suit, white Niker, uh
I'm still on FaceTime with the lifers (I am)
It's iPhones and the feds in Rikers (uh)
Shawty gon' treat me like she need me, huh (yeah)
And she met me takin' liquor to the fi-gi, uh (huh)
I got a girl, she got a man, we movin' sneaky (uh)
We been drinkin' all night, now we gettin' freaky-deaky, uh
And I hate it when she tell me she gon' leave me, uh
Let me eat it again, I'm greedy (uh)
Fuckin' her in the shower like Mimi
shoot a porno on the phone and hook it up to the TV
You gon' get me answerin' machine (huh)
Girl, leave me alone
'Cause you're nothin' that I need, huh
I won't answer the phone (uh, yeah)
We made a movie, uh, she was a cutie, uh (yeah)
I remember how she use to make it gooey (uh)
Yeah, I made a loopy, uh
And she arguin' when she drinkin' 1942, yeah (uh, look)
And her sex was one of the best of (and her sex was, yeah, huh)
I love it when she wanna dress up
And it hurts 'cause I know that I'm messed up
Gave her some of my best of
Money and possession, VVS's and the necklace (next gift)
To the next gift to the next gift (reckless)
Livin' reckless with the next chick (I know)
So she decided to exit, I'm stressin'
I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it, won't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
'Cause ain't nobody else I can blame for the shit I do
And these damn love songs (ooh)
Follow me everywhere I go (oh)
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(Why can't I turn off the radio?)
I pull up to your crib every time I miss you
And I love to hear your voice, sound like an-
Crib every time I miss you, uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah, ay (I pull up to your crib)
Credits
Writer(s): Shaffer Smith, Tor Erik Hermansen, Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Austin Ruff, Jonathan Shapiro, Alex Cunningham, Maxie Lee Iii Ryles, Turran Makel Coleman, Luis Campozano, Brendan Martin Walsh
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