paroles de chanson Vienna - Wiley From Atlanta

Hey, yeah

Hey, yeah

Smoke rings cloudy overhead
That lace kinda giving me ideas
I could die with you
Right here next to you in bed
Just to lie with you
Fumes might be going to my head
I'm alright with it

Sun making patterns on the light fixture
Whispers in my ear teeth bite through the fine tissue
Muzzle on my jaw that's a nice pistol
Yeah, I because you won't shoot

Fuck your old dude
But you won't do it
And what you're going through
Bet you hate it
So, don't love like this
Bet you hate it
Don't love like this