Paris, Texas

[Kojaque] Baby what's your number Speech to text to type Wanna get to know ya Wanna know what’s on your mind I could take you somewhere I could take my bike Put you in my basket I'll no hand it Down to mine I don't think you’d like me Tell me what you like I'mma say I seen it Just to see you fuckin smile Dressed like Paris, Texas You gone make me cry I'mma walk the desert Just to get between your thighs [Luka Palm] Patches on my sweater from when you Bleached blond Sick notes n love letters a piece of the Jigsaw She glow like some neon Down on one knee Need ya [Nee-naw- nee-naw] For a boy if he try to steal ya Still I Keep it real with ya Press green Midnight calls, pick up Where we left off Sex, cigarettes Cough 3 am we still up Sweet tooth Going down for that cherry she on top [Kojaque] We could do it, baby You been on my mind Know that I've been waiting A long time Just to hear you say Do it, baby Park it next to mine Know that I been waiting A long time Just to hear you say Baby I'm a shitbag Room's a fuckin mess [Clean that up] Know you smell some other woman's Perfume on my bed Maybe I can't help it Maybe I care less [now] Had I known you’d been there I’d have Changed um when she left You could fuck me senseless Sensless that we fight There's a million better ways that we Could spend the night [Sex] I don’t want to hurt ya Wanna treat you right Tell me how you want it I could do it how you like Do it how ya We could do it, baby You been on my mind Know that I've been waiting A long time Just to hear you say Do it, baby Park it next to mine Know that I been waiting A long time Just to hear you say Just to hear you say Just to hear you say Hey Hey