[Chorus] And I feel some type of way about you. Don't wanna feel it, I do. Champagne and vodka infused. My conscience numb from the juice. (Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka)
[Verse 1] We been skippin stones, pitter patter flows She like pretty hoes from the videos Strippin off the cloths, it's too hot for those Takin photos of these centerfolds. Only heaven knows, shit I need bout 10 of those Ima need some tentacles, rollin blunts with bloody nose I'm a fiend, she a queen, funny how it juxtapose We could take vacation we could roll into Galapagos (or we could) stay in and not do shit You got Jamaican tan, and a nose that sniff You got a man back home, but goddamn how don't he know How you hittin my phone, every second episode Every second reprimand it like a menace with a goal, Special sentimental when I'm meddling with hoes Reading between the lines like I'm sittin with spectacles See you're dying inside, fiending for something more Love is like cyanide, I decided I need some more Dying inside, you dying inside, however... We dying together
[Chorus] And I feel some type of way about you. Don't wanna feel it, I do. Champagne and vodka infused. My conscience numb from the juice. (Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka)
[Verse 2] Can I get a better feeling, I've been living with no ceilings I've been stealin others women just to fit in all the feelings Of a bitter fucking villain with no one to love Take another one for us, now I fucked it up I'm sittin trippin really thinkin what the fuck I've done I really fucked it up, I really fucked a slut, but really I fucked a bunch (but you don't need to know that, nah nah nah, you don't need to know that) Cuz I see that you've been sleepin with the same amount of demons Steady fucking fiending for the answer to the meaning What the fuck you needed, why the fuck your life defeated Every shot of happiness it's sad that we've exceeded I know that people don't change I hope that feelings don't change I smoke that lungs inflamed Provoke that sinister gate
[Chorus] And I feel some type of way about you. Don't wanna feel it, I do. Champagne and vodka infused. My conscience numb from the juice. (Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka, Champagne Vodka)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
