Fantasy

[Intro: Paisleigh Lynne & Chase Icon] You see me out at the party I pulled up in my Ferrari (Chase Icon) Camera flash, paparazzi (Paisleigh) Bitch you not gonna wear me down (Mwah) [Verse One: Paisleigh Lynne] You see me out at the party I pulled up in my Ferrari Camera flash, paparazzi Bitch you not gonna wear me down Crystal clear you not coping I can tell you’re heartbroken Bitch you clogged up my cell phone I thought I told you I'm moving on Just keep sending me your playlists And all your dirty favors I think its time to face it I’m sick of all your fake shit Over you thinking that it’s right Actin’ like you are my type Always in a fucking crisis And deaf to all advices [Pre-Chorus: Paisleigh Lynne] You been calling me all night Hungry, looking for a bite Stupid thinking I’d be down to ride I don’t get your hype I don’t wanna be your wife Time to get yourself a fucking life [Hook: Paisleigh Lynne] I know you got a fantasy But I can’t give you what you need [Chorus: Paisleigh Lynne] I can feel your eyes on me You want a taste of ecstasy Got you preying on your knees Caught you watching in my dreams Such a pretty tragedy What you get is what you see I’m not a trophy you can keep Baby bow down to your queen [Post-Chorus: Paisleigh Lynne] I can feel you focusing on me And I know you got a fantasy But baby I just want my privacy And I know and I know and I know that I'm your fantasy [Verse Two: Chase Icon] Every night when you lay down to sleep You could wish on a star to be with me Hear you talk so much doesn't feel right Living in your head rent free in your free time Say life's not worth it without me Playing songs that I know you wrote about me So get a ticket and stand in line ‘Cause you're not the only guy who wants a taste of Chase I'm the new sensation Broke ass men better stay in your station Get what I want you know girls like me Never need to be patient You can lose my number You're not the man that I wanna be under I might be your fantasy But I got things to do and I got people to see Just not you So get these fucking flowers off my doorstep (Chase Icon) Psycho! [Chorus: Paisleigh Lynne] I can feel your eyes on me You want a taste of ecstasy Got you preying on your knees Caught you watching in my dreams Such a pretty tragedy What you get is what you see I’m not a trophy you can keep Baby bow down to your queen [Post-Chorus: Paisleigh Lynne & Chase Icon] I can feel you focusing on me And I know you got a fantasy But baby I just want my privacy And I know and I know and I know that I'm your fantasy I can feel you focusing on me And I know you got a fantasy But baby I just want my privacy And I know and I know and I know that I'm your fantasy (Fantasy)