[Hook: Jhene Aiko (J. Cole) X2] It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out we're tired We only need to stay close In time, sparks will fly (and we fly too, and we, and we, And we fly too)
[Verse 1] Baby you deserve the whole enchilada Gucci and Prada Toast to the days when I didn't have a dollar You stuck around even when the world frowned on me Kicked me when I was down, and so they clowned on me Down for me, my homie You better believe, I know your home girl said you should leave Know you as tired like the Michelin man What if Gina would have listened to Pam? Now they hate to see us last this long When they get my album, probably pass this on Thought they knew me, well Money can't buy you happiness that's true as hell The happiness can't buy yo' ass this new SL I love you like the fat kid loves cakes and shit I love you like the bad kid love breakin' shit Ride and die chick fighting insecurities Wanna a ring and my last name for securities
[Hook X2]
[Verse 2] I know my style ain't perfect I know my smile ain't perfect Nigga ain't perfect, it's true Funny though I am perfect for you All the drama seem worth it for you She put up with the shit like she work at the zoo, true Now what you crying for? She says you ain't gon' settle down, what you lyin' for? She want that old thing back Things ain't the same, think we both seen that Love is war, end up on the floor But baby you only lose when you don't swing back I say those word hoping that, You fight for a nigga like I fight for you Like I fight temptations every night for you And know I slip, only girl in my life is you
[Hook X2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
