Testo Tabloid - Pi’erre Bourne
Testo della canzone Tabloid (Pi’erre Bourne), tratta dall'album Grails
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, damn (yeah), like a tabloid (yeah, yeah)
She heard about Miami (yeah), I'm a bad boy (yeah, yeah)
Genie in a bottle (yeah), what you ask for? (Yeah, yeah)
Wish we could spend time (yeah), I'll be back more (yeah, yeah)
Came up from sleepin' (yeah), yeah, on that floor (yeah, whoo)
Girl, I miss your ocean (yeah, whoo) when I pass shore (yeah, whoo)
I can't follow you (yeah), I just get mad more (yeah, yeah)
Why no one told me love gon' make the bag short? (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah), we used to be photogenic (yeah)
Now the photo's different (yeah)
It's like she got asthma (yeah)
Had to let her breathe a minute (yeah)
She been duckin' out (yeah) and fuckin' a nigga on the side (yeah)
I just had sex with two girls (yeah) at the same time (yeah)
Yeah, my girl's got pride (yeah), just went wild one time (yeah)
Smoke one one more time (yeah), leave your girl, that's life (yeah)
Yeah, I'm Pi'erre Bourne and (yeah), girl, you know I'm fly (yeah)
If she givin' brain like Jean Grey (yeah), she's usually mine
Uh, damn (yeah), like a tabloid (yeah, yeah)
She heard about Miami (yeah), I'm a bad boy (yeah, yeah)
Genie in a bottle (yeah), what you ask for? (Yeah, yeah)
Wish we could spend time (yeah), I'll be back more (yeah, yeah)
Came up from sleepin' (yeah), yeah, on that floor (yeah, whoo)
Girl, I miss your ocean (yeah, whoo) when I pass shore (yeah, whoo)
I can't follow you (yeah), I just get mad more (yeah, yeah)
No one told me love gon' make the bag short (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
God forgive me for my sins, yeah, I'm smokin' purple like Prince
But she give me common sense, yeah, my pocket's never thin, yeah
Pockets never slim, wait, table turn they spin, wait
On her knees and shins (slatt-slatt), on her knees and shins (slatt-slatt)
I cut her off again (ay), baby, you can't deal (wait)
Something like lobotomy (slatt-slatt), she eatin' my semen (yeah)
I don't want no kids (ay), yeah, my life is like a myth (whoa)
Yo, you wouldn't believe this shit, yeah, wouldn't believe this shit, yeah
Uh, damn (yeah), like a tabloid (yeah, yeah)
She heard about Miami (yeah), I'm a bad boy (yeah, yeah)
Genie in a bottle (yeah), what you ask for? (Yeah, yeah)
Wish we could spend time (yeah), I'll be back more (yeah, yeah)
Came up from sleepin' (yeah), yeah, on that floor (yeah, whoo)
Girl, I miss your ocean (yeah, whoo) when I pass shore (yeah, whoo)
I can't follow you (yeah), I just get mad more (yeah, yeah)
No one told me love gon' make the bag short (yeah, yeah)
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Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks
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